Story Spotlight — “Final Bell”
Selena stacked notes on the table, eyes flicking between lines of ink and the battlefield below the lecture hall’s broken windows.
“We don’t need more bodies,” she murmured. “We need the right one.” The Headmaster’s sigil warmed on her palm.
In the courtyard, Vanguard prefects locked the lanes while the Midnight Feedback amp hissed to life.
A single chord rolled across the stone—draw, ping, refresh—and the crowd moved as one.
From the archives, Octavian Vale stepped into the light with the exact lesson they needed, already opened to the right page.
The bell rang once, twice. On the third, the city answered. Chests cracked open like exam seals; answers flowed.
When the dust settled, their rivals were still writing as the Gifted handed in perfection.