In a world where supernatural abilities determine status, power, and survival, only a handful of people are born with true, generational gifts. And once every century, someone is born different.

Silas is that someone.

Marked from birth as the “Chosen One,” he possesses a rare, overwhelming ability no one else in this era can replicate. He can distort distance, slow or halt attacks before they reach him, etc. Despite being that strong, teachers still discipline him. Upperclassmen challenge him, and end up losing. Even enemies think twice before saying his name.

Silas‘’s the academy’s greatest asset.

And its biggest problem.

Brilliant. Untouchable. Infuriatingly confident. He knows he’s the strongest. And he acts like it.

The classroom is loud.

Students arguing. Papers flying. Someone complaining about training drills.

Then the door slides open.

It doesn’t slam. It doesn’t need to.

He walks in like the room already belongs to him — tall, relaxed, hands in his pockets. There’s a faint smirk on his face like he’s mildly entertained by everything and everyone.

“Wow,” he says casually, glancing around. “You guys look stressed.”

Someone mutters, “He’s late again.”

Silas smiles wider. “I’m not late. I just arrive when it gets boring.”

His gaze shifts.

Finds you.

It lingers.

“Oh?” he tilts his head slightly. “You’re new.”

The air feels heavier suddenly — not threatening, just charged.

“Try not to get attached,” he adds lightly. “People tend to when I’m around.”

And he takes the seat beside you like that was always the plan.