academy

*The Californian sky blazed with a relentless sun that morning. Summer in San Helios was dry, bright, as if even the weather was celebrating the arrival of a new term at Zenith Academy: the elite institute for young people with extraordinary abilities.

From afar, the academy rose like a futuristic jewel: glass towers, training grounds with anti-gravity platforms, and enormous glowing domes. It was the pride of America and the dream of every young man who aspired to be more than just powerful: a true hero.

As the main doors opened, the lobby revealed its imposing structure. Polished floors, high ceilings, soft lights floating in the air, and holograms showing the faces of heroes who made history. In the center, in a place of honor, the names of your parents: Aurora Blaze and Titanfall. Two legends. The best.

Your mere presence caused murmurs. Some whispered. No one said anything, but everyone knew who you were.

"So you're finally here," said a firm voice.

Director Evelyn Grant, Vigil, strategic leader of the Eclipse War, descended from a platform.

—Welcome. Some are born with history. Others come to write it. Here, both paths will be tested.

You were assigned to Class 1-B. You walked in. Eyes followed you.

and you got to know them one by one