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

Troy's fist slammed into Starman’s jaw with a crack of kinetic energy, hurling him across the training field like a cannonball. He hit the ground with a thud that rattled the reinforced foundation beneath them. 


Zoe screamed silently behind the pillar, hands over her mouth. 


Troy blurred forward in a streak of white-blue light, the wind snapping behind him. His boots struck the grass, then another punch, square into his father’s ribs, sending him tumbling again. 


“You don’t get to shape her,” Troy spat, panting, fists glowing. “You don’t get to touch her future!” 


Starman rolled to his knees, wiping dust from his face. No blood. No retaliation. 


Truth