Hope stood outside Room 3A, a brass plaque labeled "Magical Combat & Control." Her first class. The hallway buzzed with supernatural students, some flexing their powers, others eyeing her with a mix of curiosity and unease.
Inside, desks were spaced in a perfect combat ring. A burly centaur stood at the front, arms crossed, wearing a cape that shimmered with protective runes.
"I am Professor Axton. My job is to teach you how not to explode—or get exploded," he said, voice like thunder. "Today, we assess."
One by one, students were called to demonstrate their powers. A werewolf transformed mid-air and slammed into a combat dummy. A witch lit hers on fire. A vampire moved so fast it shatteredvampire moved so fast it shattered the practice mat.
Then—"Hope."
All eyes turned. Whispers began again.
"Let's see what the tribrid can do."
Hope walked into the circle. Her heart beat steady. She didn't want to show off. But she had to send a message.
She whispered a chant under her breath. Her eyes glowed silver.
In one motion, she summoned a wind gust to lift the dummy, froze it mid-air with a flick of her fingers, then crushed it in a single, bone-snapping sound. When the dust settled, the entire class was silent.
Professor Axton blinked.
"Well… that'll do."
From the back corner, London watched. No reaction. Just… interest.