CO2_GHOUL

At Nightingale Academy, where heroes are forged based on the destructive power of their abilities, Troy stands at the bottom of the hierarchy. His gift? Bubbles, harmless, fragile, and utterly unremarkable in a world where strength defines worth. Mocked by peers and ignored by the system, he struggles to prove that power isn’t just about destruction.

But when a single night shatters his perception of what it means to be a hero, Troy is forced to confront the dark truth behind the heroes he once admired. In a world where justice is painted in shades of gray, he must carve his own path, one where power is redefined, and saving lives means more than just winning battles.

Even if it means standing alone.

Bubble Boy

Dravus laughed like a god drenched in chaos. 


“You always try so hard...” Dravus said mockingly. 


He cocked back his fist... BOOM!... and drove it straight through Jace’s gut. 


The Starbreaker suit shattered like glass. Blood sprayed. 


Jace’s eyes widened. He coughed, choking on crimson. His legs gave out. Dravus hoisted him by the throat, his arm still buried inside him. 


“And you always fail.” said as he smirked while looking in his eyes. 


TROY blinked awake, dizzy, blood trickling from his head. He tried to move. 


@TruValor: “...he’s dead. SHADOW IS DEAD?!” 


@DeathComet: “This is genocide. Not a battle.” 


@RisingHope: “NO. No, please no...” 


TROY’S POV, FOGGED, DISTORTED, UNTIL, 


Bubble Reborn