Noah’s breath was ragged as he clutched his temples. His mind was flooded with information—lines of glowing symbols, ancient knowledge, and rules that governed the world. It was overwhelming, yet at the same time, it felt… natural. As if this knowledge had always been inside him, just waiting to be awakened.He staggered backward, his back hitting the rooftop railing. His vision blurred, and the city lights below flickered as if they, too, were reacting to his awakening. The voice that had spoken to him was gone, but its final words echoed in his mind:"You are now the sole wielder of the Forsaken Code."What the hell did that mean?Noah forced himself to breathe, to steady his racing heart. He clenched his fists and stared at his hands, half-expecting them to glow or crackle with energy like the others who had awakened powerful abilities. But nothing seemed different. He still looked like the same powerless fool who had been humiliated in front of the entire academy.But that wa

Noah walked through the dimly lit streets after his fight, his mind racing. The Forsaken Code was proving to be more powerful than he had imagined. He had just taken down a third-year student without even breaking a sweat, and the best part? No one had a clue how he did it. Still, something gnawed at him. The way Marcus collapsed, the whispers in the crowd—people were already starting to suspect something. If he wasn’t careful, he’d draw the wrong kind of attention. He needed to lay low. At least, that was the plan. But fate had other ideas. The next morning, Noah found a letter slipped under his dorm room door. The envelope was plain, with no name or insignia. Only one sentence was written on the front: "Power thrives in the shadows." Noah frowned. He tore the envelope open and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. Meet me at the Blackwood Tower at midnight. Come alone. No signature. No explanation. Noah felt a chill run down his spine. Whoever sent this knew about h

Noah stood in the dimly lit hall of Blackwood Tower, his heart still steadying from the fight with Killian. The whispers around him had died down, replaced with watchful stares. He had proven himself—at least enough to be acknowledged. But the true test was yet to come. Vance’s hand remained firm on Noah’s shoulder. “You see now, don’t you?” His voice was calm, yet his eyes carried something deeper—something unreadable. “You are not bound by the limitations of this world. And that is why the academy will never accept you.” Noah exhaled, his gaze flickering to the glowing symbols on the walls. “Then what exactly do you want from me?” Vance’s smile didn’t waver. “We want you to understand what you truly are.” Noah narrowed his eyes. “And if I refuse?” Killian scoffed from the side. “You won’t.” Vance chuckled. “There’s nothing to refuse, Noah. You came here seeking answers. We are offering them. What you do with them… is entirely up to you.” Noah didn’t respond. He wasn’t fooli

The ground beneath them crumbled.Noah barely had time to react before he was falling. Darkness swallowed him whole as he plunged into the unknown.The air rushed past his ears. His heart pounded. He braced himself for impact—Then—Thud!He hit something solid, but not as hard as expected. A strange energy cushioned his fall, slowing him down before he landed. Dust filled the air as he rolled to his feet, coughing.A groan came from nearby.Killian.Noah turned, spotting him sprawled on the ground, rubbing his head. “That was fun,” Killian muttered.Vance landed next, as graceful as ever. His eyes swept the dimly lit chamber they had fallen into. Massive stone walls surrounded them, covered in glowing symbols. The air was thick with an eerie presence.Noah shivered. “Where… are we?”Vance took a slow step forward, studying the markings. “The heart of the ruins.”Killian stood up, dusting himself off. “Great. Now how do we get out?”Before anyone could answer, the symbols on the walls

The ruins were silent. Not the kind of silence that came with emptiness, but the kind that listened. Noah felt it pressing against his skin, wrapping around him like unseen hands, waiting—expecting. Vance stood a few steps ahead, staring at the remnants of the ancient city. His jaw was tight, his hands clenched at his sides. Killian, usually the first to crack a joke, was uncharacteristically quiet. Noah exhaled. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen—the fire, the destruction, the way the flames had moved like they were part of him. Like he had commanded them. He forced himself to speak. “What now?” Vance turned to him. “Now, we figure out who you really are.” The words sent a shiver down Noah’s spine. Killian huffed. “Sounds great, but how exactly do we do that? Do we just—what? Hope another vision smacks him in the head?” Vance ignored him. “This place was hidden for a reason. If we dig deep enough, we’ll find the truth.” Noah’s stomach twisted. He wa