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By the next morning, Starlight Elite Academy felt normal again. Too normal. Like the chaos from before had been neatly erased filed away and forgotten. But not by everyone. Ivy Morgan took her seat near the window, her gaze briefly drifting outside before returning to the classroom. The air felt different today. Expectant. Like something was about to happen. At the front, the instructor adjusted the digital board, his expression sharper than usual. “We’ll be doing something different today,” he announced.

“Hurry up. You're wasting time” Anna swallowed the last spoonful and followed the line of students out of the dining hall and into the Classroom, her fingers very stiff from cold. The classroom was not better than the dormitory . It's walls were bare, save for a large blackboard at the front, and the only source of light came from the narrow windows that let in a dull,grayish glow. The wooden desks were old and faded, covered in ink stains and deep grooves where frustrated students had carved their initials. Miss Shalom stood at the front of the room,her eyes sweeping over the class.Anna barely had time to open her notebook before the lesson started, and before she looked up, She n

As I slowly got used to the warmth inside, I pulled out my phone with shaky hands, clinging to a sliver of hope. The only thing Marvin ever left me was his ancient, untouched social feed, which, to my surprise, got an update today. [Snowy day, sweetheart, and roast dinners — pure bliss.] The photo showed Wendy sprawled in front of a panoramic window, lost in the snowy view, with a table laden with bubbly drinks and roasted meals behind her. The company's rumor mill went into overdrive in the chat group, and after a few daring souls tagging the main characters, Marvin and Wendy's names were suddenly everywhere.

I wonder if the extra stats will keep rising the more I level up…’ Rey was excited for sure. However, he wasn’t done exploring the changes that had occurred to his Status Window. He specifically tapped the name [Elite Enigma], so he could get more information about the Class. … He wasn’t disappointed. [Class Information] - Name: Elite Enigma - Tier: B-Tier - Cause: You have become a mystery—a man of many faces who actively lives dual lives. You belong to both darkness and light, and you are perceived differently by the denizens of the world.

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

Amara’s POV The fluorescent lights of our advanced literature class hummed with their usual monotonous drone, a soundtrack to the rustling of papers and the occasional stifled yawn. Honestly, after the intense emotions of the past few days – the quiet drive with Caden, the comforting embrace of all three of them back home – the normalcy of school felt almost surreal. I was nestled between Maya and Chloe, our usual corner of the classroom feeling like a safe haven. “Did you hear?” Maya whispered, leaning closer, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and gossip. “There’s a new guy transferring to our class. Apparently, he just moved to town.”

—and just as she was about to continue, the light appeared. It was not the green light of the Realm. It was not the white light of the hospital. It was something else, something that had no color because it contained all colors, something that was not bright because brightness was too small a word for what it was. It was the light of annihilation. The light of absolute revelation. The light that burned not the eyes but the self, the identity, the carefully constructed architecture of who Eliana thought she was and what she thought she knew.

"It’s not worth it. He’s just looking for attention." ​"He's looking for a hospital bed," Jax snapped. "Look at him, Chloe. He’s staring at you." ​POV: Elias ​I could feel her panic from across the room. It was like a physical heat radiating off the "Elite Table." ​I sat down at a table right in the center of the room—neutral ground. I didn't have a tray. I didn't have a book. I just had the gold. ​"Hey, Elias," a girl from my Lit class whispered, her eyes wide. "Are you... okay? You’re sitting in the senior section."

When I opened the door to Room 1005, I almost thought I had walked into a club. The entire room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of chandeliers—an elegant attempt to heighten the atmosphere. And, of course, people were flirting everywhere. I thought my entrance would go unnoticed, but a figure suddenly stepped in front of me. “Madam,” a low voice said. I looked up. He was tall and muscular, built like a giant. I knew him. He was Vercel's right-hand man and bodyguard.

Patricia said. The classroom was on the third floor, north-facing. Elena saw this when she walked in and felt something move through her that she filed for later — the north light, the same north light, finding her even here, even away from the penthouse and the room on the third floor and all of it. As if it was the one consistent thing in the current composition of her life. Sixteen students.