The domain dissolved the way it always did, quietly, without ceremony. And I was back in an empty classroom, seated at my desk like I’d never left. The clock on the wall still read 12pm. It was still school hours. And everyone was probably in the cafeteria.
Which ant I had the room to myself, and Alia had nowhere to be except in front of , which was exactly where she was, looking like she was choosing between several versions of a sentence and not liking any of them.
That look was confirmation enough. She was hiding sothing. Had been hiding it.
I was about to say so when she got there first.
"Alright. Fine." The surrender ca out with the energy of soone who’d been holding a position and had run out of reasons to keep holding it. "Your ability awakened a week ago. During Sancho’s attack."
"Sancho." I repeated it. "The poison."
"Yes." She steadied into explanation mode, the performance of composure settling back over whatever had just cracked. "His ability —the extent of it — should have been lethal within a minute, maybe two, even for a high-tier. The critical damage behind that venom is too severe. Most people with fully developed abilities would be unconscious before they could process what was happening." She paused. "You lasted more than three minutes."
I sat with that.
"There are two possible explanations for why that happened," she continued. "One. Adrenaline. Noradrenaline acts as a pain suppressor under extre stress, but it needs stamina to sustain, and your stamina at that point wasn’t in a range that should have supported three minutes of that level of toxicity."
She paced slightly, fingers going to her chin. "Two. Sothing in you was actively working against the poison. Deflecting it. Not consciously. But consistently."
"Your antidote did that," I said.
Alia’s expression did the thing it did when she had reached the end of her patience with specifically.
"I’m saying," she said, loudly and with deliberate clarity, "that your ability deflected the poison. Not the antidote. The antidote arrived late. The deflection had already started before the antidote applied."
I thought about that for longer this ti.
So the awakening hadn’t been a climax. No surge of power, no golden light, no mont where the protagonist finally unlocks their potential in front of an audience.
Just a week ago, in a karaoke parlour, I was slowly suffocating from a gang leader’s contact ability, and whatever was in had decided that was the mont to start doing sothing. Without asking. Neither announcing itself.
"And Kyon’s punches," I said. "That’s why they stopped landing."
"Your ability grows between uses. It’s still uncontrolled, it cos as a tremor, not a decision you’re making. But it responded during your fight against Ember too. Weaker then, but it was there." She paused. "It’s been responding since Sancho. Getting stronger each ti it activates."
"And you didn’t tell any of this." I let the statent sit where it landed. "You acted like the question marks were just a system error."
Alia went quiet again. The kind of quiet that was doing work, selecting sothing from a much larger amount of information and deciding what shape to deliver it in.
"Ren." She said my na first, like it needed to arrive before the rest. "You saw what the system read. A plus. That isn’t a coincidence. That isn’t a misread."
"What does it an? Actually."
"The system’s highest readable rank is A. When sothing cos back as A plus—" she paused, and this ti I had the distinct impression it wasn’t for effect but because she was still processing it herself, "—it ans the system ran its calculation and the output exceeded the available classification." She looked at directly. "Ren, you’re a—"
"Guys! Outside. Now!" The voice ca from sowhere in the hallway, high and already moving. "Axel and Blake are fighting on the soccer field!"
What followed was a stampede. The corridor outside filled imdiately. Running feet, voices piling on top of each other, the distinctive sound of people who had just been handed a better option than whatever they were currently doing. Through the classroom window I watched a stream of students moving fast in the direction of the soccer field.
Axel and Blake. Even the nas together carried a specific weight in Silvic High.
The two of them occupied a strange position in the school’s social architecture, high-tiers, both of them, with a relationship that nobody had ever managed to classify with confidence. Best friends until they weren’t. Allies one week, throwing abilities at each other the next, apparently without any permanent resolution in either direction. The school had learned to treat the cycle as a recurring weather pattern rather than an anomaly.
And that was exactly why everyone was running.
A regular fight was background noise in Silvic High. It happened. People absorbed it. But two high-tiers fighting openly, outside, with room to actually use what they had, that was a different category of event. That was worth leaving the cafeteria for.
I went too. I wasn’t going to pretend I wasn’t interested otherwise.
I pushed through to a viewable position at the edge of the field just as the first major impact hit.
THUMP.
Axel had ford a boulder midair, substantial, the kind of size that had opinions about everything it touched, and his attempt to bring it down on Blake had missed, sending it into the ground instead. The small earthquake that followed was its own confirmation of how wrong it would have gone if it had connected.
Blake was the one with red hair, and the expression of soone who had taken sothing personally and was not planning to let it go. Every fireball he sent toward Axel was t by a rock barrier that rose to intercept it. Axel’s hands shifted into the sa hardened form as Tyler’s ability, but faster, more practiced. The fireballs connected with the rock and scattered.
WHOOSH. One of the scattered shots ca directly for my face. I dropped fast enough that it passed over , but close enough that I felt the heat and watched a few centitres of my hair follow the smoke trail upward.
The crowd exclaid. More fireballs were cutting past us in irregular directions. Axel’s geology was staying contained to the field, which was the only reason we were all still unflattened, but Blake’s fire didn’t have the sa consideration for collateral.
Blake wasn’t calm. Whatever Axel had said to start this, the result was a person who had stopped operating rationally and started operating on heat.
He was building sothing in the air above him, a fireball that had moved past the category of regular fireball into the category of problems. Growing. Rotating. The kind of thing that, if it landed anywhere on the field, resolved the situation definitively.
He pulled his arm back.
"That’s enough."
The voice was unhurried. Not raised, it didn’t need to be raised. Just present, and carrying the specific quality of authority that cos from soone who has never once had to repeat themselves.
Cael appeared through the crowd behind us, and the mood of the entire gathering changed in the second it took people to register who it was. Cheering dropped to murmuring. Murmuring dropped to silence. People who had been enthusiastically narrating the fight to each other a mont ago were now finding their words had beco unavailable.
"Return to your classes." He said it with a sigh, the specific exhaustion of soone who has done this particular task more tis than it was interesting.
The crowd moved. Quickly. With the nervous efficiency of students who didn’t want to be the last person standing near the Jack of Silvic High when his patience was running at the level it clearly was.
I stayed though. I wasn’t entirely sure why. So combination of stubbornness and the fact that I was still sowhere between the classroom and understanding what Alia had been about to tell , which ant my ability to care about social navigation was limited.
Cael clocked as he passed. "Suit yourself." A shrug. "One in a million. Doesn’t change anything."
He walked onto the field.
Blake imdiately pointed at Axel. "He started it. He called a redundant fool."
"Because you are a redundant fool, fool." Axel’s chin had hardened. The jaw set, the kind of lock that happened when soone had committed to a position and was going to stay there regardless of what arrived.
Cael looked at both of them. Sighed again. Then turned away.
"Both of you. Co with ."
Axel didn’t move.
He pushed his hands into his pockets and looked at Cael with the expression of soone who had decided that the gap between their actual fear and the performance of confidence was manageable. It wasn’t, not quite. There was sothing in his face that was working too hard. But the posture was committed.
"Make your judgnt here," Axel said. "I’m not going anywhere."
Cael scanned the environnt without urgency. Students watching from classroom windows. , at the edge of the field, watching the whole thing unfold. Then his eyes ca back to Axel.
"You sure? There’s quite the audience."
Axel’s smirk didn’t fully convince anyone. His arms were already positioning, a defensive tension running through them, the kind of physical preparation that looks like attitude but is actually readiness for impact.
"I never said it was going to be easy for you—" He shot his hands out. Attempting to form sothing— a rock, a barrier, whatever ability the situation called for.
Nothing ford.
His hands stayed exactly where they were. His teeth ca together and he grunted, not at Cael, but at his own arms, like they’d stopped returning his calls.
Cael’s lips moved into sothing small and not particularly kind. "You were saying?"
Axel’s grunt beca sothing louder. His face change, the performance of confidence peeling back to reveal sothing more genuine and considerably worse. He was trying to use his ability and finding, apparently, that it had opinions about whether it would cooperate right now.
CRACK.
His arms twisted. His knees went down. The groan that ca out of him had the quality of sothing structural failing, and then he was on the ground, face flat, he looked like his own body was refusing the instructions he was sending it.
Cael walked toward him slowly. "Does it still feel like the right call?" He looked down at Axel with the particular attention of soone who finds a lesson more interesting than the pain delivering it. "Rules exist for a reason. Try to rember that next ti you decide you’re above them."
As he turned, Blake fell into step behind him imdiately, with the compliance of soone who had just watched a comprehensive demonstration of what the alternatives looked like.
As Cael passed , he didn’t stop. Didn’t turn. But the expression he was wearing as he went by carried sothing in it, not a threat per say, just a look that arrived and landed and communicated its contents without requiring words.
’Sa goes for you, Ren.’
Extra’
Na: Blake | Ability: Fire | Rank: B (High Tier) | Fortitude: 6.3
Na: Axel | Ability: Rock Manipulation |Rank: B (High Tier) | Fortitude: 6.4
Na: Cael Voss | Ability: Usurp | Rank: A (High Tier) | Fortitude: 7.2
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