About

The rooftop is quiet except for the distant hum of the academy grounds below. You sit alone with your lunch, watching clouds drift across the sky while everyone else clusters in the courtyard. A sudden explosion of light tears through the air. Someone's power went wild during a sparring match - crackling energy spirals upward, shattering windows. Students scatter. Teachers rush forward. The whole academy holds its breath. You feel it before you see it - the raw, uncontrolled surge threatening to collapse half the building. Your fingers twitch. One thought, one gesture, and you could stop it all. But then they'd know. They'd see what you really are. The last of the Apex bloodline. The power that nations went to war over. The reason your entire family was slaughtered. You take another bite of your sandwich and look away. Let them handle it. You're just another powerless kid eating lunch alone.