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

The next morning broke quietly over New Argentum. 


Mist clung to the peaks, a silver veil rolling down from the snow-tipped mountains, and the Crucible slept in stillness. The training fields hadn’t activated yet. No drills, no bots, no students. 


He stood alone in the Crucible’s command center, leaning back in a swivel chair, arms crossed behind his head. A half-eaten protein bar sat on the console beside him, untouched for nearly ten minutes. 


Boredom, mostly, had brought him in early. That and the subtle gnaw of curiosity. 


With a sigh, he flicked through the security feeds. 


Troy narrowed his eyes and paused the feed. He rewound, tapped a key, then leaned forward as the video sharpened. 


There at dusk yesterday. Training Field Sigma. 


Father and Daughter