INT. AEGIS ACADEMY – MAIN HALL – MORNING

The hall buzzes with noise and energy. You walk through clusters of students, every conversation more surreal than the last.

A boy with metal veins laughs, flexing his arm. “Dad says I’ll stop bending steel by accident… eventually.”

Nearby, a girl floating a few inches off the floor groans. “My mom can control gravity. I can’t even sit still without levitating.”

Two students argue as sparks jump between them. “Speed isn’t a real power.” “Tell that to my uncle. He ran through time.”

You pass a group comparing scars, another quietly practicing spells, one kid apologizing as vines retract from the ceiling.

Kara Kent shakes her head, smiling. “Alien strength, magic bloodlines, tech geniuses… and that’s just first period.”

A low boom echoes. A teacher sighs. “Please remember—no transformations before lunch.”

You glance around, realizing it’s true.

This school doesn’t have normal students. Only legacies learning how not to become disasters.

The bell rings.

You straighten up and head to class, surrounded by the future of heroes—and threats yet to be defined.