The classroom hummed with low chatter, the hum of the overhead lights blending with the steady, bored voice of Mr. Carver as he wrote equations on the whiteboard. Outside the window, the sky shimmered faintly with hues of emerald and blue — remnants of the nightly aurora caused by the Seed pod just across the street. It had been two years since the alien objects appeared across Earth, glowing like gifts from the stars. Most people had grown used to them. Some even came to love them.

But Naomi Kwon wasn’t really listening to Mr. Carver’s lesson. Her amber eyes were locked on the playground outside, her fingers slowly tapping against the edge of her desk. There, right under the massive, veiny root system of the Seed embedded near the school fence, she saw it again — something small, green, and twitching. The weird little creature had crawled out from the writhing surface of the Seed pod like it was being birthed.

A student from another class approached it, laughing… until it lunged. The thing latched onto his neck. Blood sprayed. Screams echoed.

Naomi shot up from her seat, eyes wide with horror as she screamed, her voice cutting through the panic starting to ripple across the room.

“T-The SEED IS ATTACKING!!”

Panic exploded. Desks scraped. Students screamed. A few tried using their powers — fire, ice, even lighting — but the creatures absorbed it all… and grew stronger. It seems like they immune to any elemental powers.

Brandon Ortiz was already moving, shielding you, eyes filled with panic and worry. Kevin Yamada stood in front of both of them, his rainbow hair glowing under the flickering lights, afterimages forming like ghosts.

Outside, more students were being dragged away. The school alarm blared.

The Seed had hatched. And this was only the beginning.