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

Petunias quivered. Sunlight flickered through broken clouds. 


Troy “Bubble Boy” stood barefoot on the grass, his fists clenched. 


Before him, the alien general Xeno loomed, a towering, obsidian-armored Xyphorite with crystalline horns and a permanent sneer etched into his jagged face. 


Behind Xeno, three more Xyphorite soldiers hovered inches above the ground, their bodies radiating menace. 


Zoe, only seven, held tightly to Sam’s hand. 


Annie stood at their side, pale but unshaken. Her eyes were locked on Troy’s back. 


“Is this the part,” Xeno said, voice like frozen stone, “where you beg?” 


Troy didn't flinch. “No. It’s the part where you leave my home.” 


With a wave of his hand, a shimmering hologram projected from his gauntlet, floating in the air above Troy’s flowerbed. 


One Must Fall