Forsaken Bloodline

The sky burned with the golden flames of the Royal Army's arrival.

Hundreds of armored warriors marched through the school gates, their eyes filled with vengeance. Their boots struck the ground in unison, the rhythmic pounding like the drums of war. Banners of the Royal Family billowed in the wind, the insignia gleaming in the morning light.

The death of Suzy had sent shockwaves through the Royal Family, and now—they were here to bring judgment.

But there was only one problem.

No one knew who the killer was.

The School in Chaos

Julian stood in the center of it all, Suzy's lifeless body still in his arms. Her blood stained his hands, a stark contrast against his pale skin. He barely felt the weight of her body—his mind was lost in a storm of grief and fury.

Students whispered in hushed tones, fear etched across their faces.

"Who killed her?"

"Why did she die?"

"Who will be punished?"

The gangsters, the drug lords, even the Masterclass Superhumans—no one dared to move. Every faction within Raventhorn High held their breath, waiting for what would come next.

Then—BOOM.

The ground trembled as an explosion rocked the west wing. A shockwave blasted through the courtyard, sending students sprawling.

A voice roared through the courtyard, amplified by a megaphone.

"SURRENDER THE KILLER—OR EVERYONE DIES."

The Royal Army's Commander stepped forward, his black armor reflecting the morning sun. He was a towering figure, his presence alone enough to make the bravest students falter. His gaze swept over the crowd before landing on Julian.

"You. Were you with her when she died?"

Julian clenched his fists. He could feel everyone staring at him, waiting for his answer.

"...Yes."

The Commander exhaled, his expression unreadable. "Then tell me. Who killed Suzy?"

Silence.

Julian's heart pounded. He didn't know.

But somewhere, deep inside, a voice whispered—

You do.

Something wasn't right.

His memory was fuzzy. His thoughts clouded. He had seen something—but what?

The School Strikes Back

Before Julian could speak, a new voice cut through the tension.

"Enough of this."

A figure stepped forward—Noah, Rank #3 Masterclass. His crimson trench coat fluttered as he strode into the courtyard, his piercing golden eyes locked onto the Commander.

"We don't take orders from the Royal Army," Noah said coldly. "This is our school."

The Commander's eyes narrowed. "Your school… is corrupt. You are all criminals."

Noah smirked. "And you're all dead men walking."

The Masterclass Superhumans appeared behind him, their energy flaring like blazing infernos. The Top 20 Juniors. The Top 20 Seniors. Every elite fighter in the school prepared for war.

The Royal Army.

The Gangsters.

The Superhumans.

The air crackled with tension, ready to snap at any second.

Julian's Breaking Point

Julian barely heard any of it.

He was still kneeling beside Suzy.

His hands trembled.

His mind screamed.

Who killed her? Who? Who?

Then—he saw it.

For a split second—a memory surfaced.

A dark alley.

A glint of a knife.

A face hidden in the shadows.

And then—Suzy's blood.

Julian's eyes widened.

A single name echoed in his mind.

Julial.

The War Begins

But before he could react—

BOOM.

The battlefield erupted.

The Royal Army and the Superhuman Fighters clashed in a storm of destruction. Blades met unbreakable fists. Fire met lightning. The once-prestigious school crumbled under the force of the battle.

Energy blasts streaked across the sky. Explosions thundered as walls shattered. Students screamed, diving for cover as the two forces tore through the campus.

Julian stood up, his eyes burning with newfound purpose.

He didn't care about the war.

He didn't care about the school.

He only cared about one thing.

Finding Julial.

And making him pay.