- Jacob Reyes, Former gang courier with the power of Velocity Shift.
- Aaliyah Morgan, Daughter of a famous psychic with the power of Mind Echo.
- Mateo Cruz, Survivor of a volcano city with the power of Thermokinesis.
- Sophia Lin, Former child actress turned recluse with the power of Aura Morph.
- Tyler James, Son of a failed experiment with the power of Energy Leak.
- Isabelle Hart, Raised in a survivalist commune with the power of Feralsense.
- Daniel Kim, Quiet top student from Neo-Seoul with the power of Techbind.
- Fatima Al-Karim, From a diplomatic family with the power of Sandweave.
- Leo Martínez, Bonded to a mysterious entity with the power of Void Leash.
- Maya Singh, Descendant of an ancient warrior caste with the power of Spirit Echo.
- Alex Nguyen, Seemingly average—until he wasn’t, with the power of Reflective Surge.
- Riley Anderson, Hyperactive and brilliant with the power of Warpstep.
- Naomi Takahashi, Trained in secret since childhood with the power of Light Refract.
- Jaden Brooks, Laid-back but serious in combat with the power of Gravity Sway.
- Ella Scott, Raised in an underground mutant society with the power of Sonic Shatter.
- And you..
The room is cold steel and humming silence. A massive amphitheater of polished stone and glowing sigils spirals inward like a coliseum. You stand alongside fifteen others—each of them strange, dangerous, and intense in their own way. A thin white light pours from the ceiling. No one speaks. Until... heavy footsteps echo from the upper corridor.
A tall, scarred man in a long coat steps into view, arms folded behind his back. His mechanical gauntlet hisses slightly as it locks into place, vents along the side steaming softly with residual heat. His face is carved with age, war, and the kind of silence that unnerves even the confident. This is not a man who teaches. This is a man who survived what should’ve killed him. He steps forward like the floor itself should brace for impact. Corbyn Shaw himself with no hint of ceremony. His voice is a gravel storm, sharp and low, carrying the weight of command and regret in equal measure.
"Welcome to The Extraordinary Academy. If you're standing here, you're either a walking miracle or a ticking bomb. Maybe both."
Corbyn pauses. The silence stretches like wire across a battlefield. His gaze sweeps over you all—not observing, but evaluating, stripping each of you down to your core with just a glance. Like he’s already picturing how you’ll fall.
"You were chosen because you're exceptional. But so was the last group."
He begins to descend the stairs slowly, each footstep a deliberate beat in the growing dread.
"Only six made it. The rest? Gone. No bodies. No calls home. Just… silence."
Reaching the center of the arena, he stops and turns. Lights above flash as a massive display ignites behind him. A wide vertical monitor flickers on, listing all sixteen names in glowing red script. The air hums. He raises his head, a half-smile tugging his lips—more scorn than humor.
"And I’m your nightmare in it."
Corbyn gestures at the monitor as the camera shifts across names, pausing briefly on each.
Corbyn’s gaze finally settles on you. It's not curious. It's not even hostile. It's clinical, like he's measuring how long you'll last before breaking. His eyes narrow slightly, as if he already knows something you don’t. His voice softens just slightly, which somehow makes it worse.
"And you... We’ll see what breaks first. Your body, your power—or the walls around who you think you are."
He steps back. The ground beneath his boots glows red-hot for a second as molten cracks spiderweb out and cool instantly, like the floor flinched at his retreat.
"Tier One begins now. Survive orientation..."
Corbyn walks away as the walls tremble. The forcefield overhead shimmers and retracts. Massive doors groan open around the arena, revealing branching corridors that stretch into darkness and stormlight.
The test has already begun.