CHAPTER 68: HE WASN’T HUMAN

The aftermath didn’t settle right away.

The stadium—what was left of it—was still humming. Not with cheers, not with movement. Just a low, residual vibration. Like the space itself was trying to remember how to exist after what it just witnessed.

Smoke hovered near the cracked arena floor, where chunks of stone and broken glyphs littered the space like ruins of a fallen temple. No one moved. No one even breathed loud.

Because two students—just students—had almost broken everything.

And one of them wasn’t even fully human.

Athena stood at the center of the crater, arms still lowered from separating them. Her presence alone kept the arena from falling into full panic. She didn’t speak again. She didn’t need to.

Everyone had already heard the message.

No rematch. Not here.

The stranger was gone now. Walked out like nothing happened. Blended into the crowd. But the silence he left behind was heavy.

Up in the executive viewing box, Eron leaned forward in his seat. Fingers steepled. He hadn’t said a word since the fight started. Not a smile. Not a frown. Just stillness. But now—now his eyes narrowed slightly.

The kind of look someone gives when they see something that shouldn’t exist.

Alaric stood beside him, stiff. Watching the same place Lucian had vanished from.

Then Eron finally spoke.

"Did you feel it?"

Alaric didn’t answer right away.

Eron’s tone sharpened. "The aura."

Alaric gave a slow nod. "Faint. But yes. Same as... the gate."

Eron’s mouth twitched. "I knew it. He wasn’t one of us. But he hid it too well."

He leaned back slowly, still watching the shattered arena.

Then his gaze shifted. Down. Toward the black-and-blue uniforms huddled together on the southern platform.

Class Zero.

The outsiders.

The rejects.

The kids no one had placed bets on.

And yet, they had won everything.

Not just battles. Reputation. Fear. Attention.

Eron’s eyes didn’t move from them as he spoke quietly to Alaric.

"...How far is Project X?"

Alaric hesitated. "The testing phase is stable. Human data still lacks... acceptable variance."

Eron smirked. "That’s because you’re using civilians. Soldiers. Try something different."

Alaric followed his gaze.

To Lucian.

To Reia, arms crossed and silent.

To Evelyn, talking quietly with Silas and Vyn.

Then back to Lucian.

Eron’s voice was cold.

"I want them on Project X."

Alaric blinked. "Sir—"

"All of them," Eron said. "Specimens. Full combat imprint, soul resonance data, mana bleed scans. Everything."

"Sir, that would mean—"

"Do what you have to do. Bribe. Threaten. Pull strings through the Committee if you must. Just make it happen."

Alaric went quiet.

Eron finally exhaled.

"Something’s coming. And we’ll need more than power to survive it."

Down below, the silence of the arena started breaking.

Small sounds.

Footsteps.

Shuffling.

Whispers.

Medical teams carefully stepped out to check the shattered ground. Restoration mages moved around the edges of the field, muttering incantations, fingers glowing.

Class Zero hadn’t moved.

Reia kept her eyes on the last place the stranger had stood. Her expression didn’t change, but her fingers were twitching—subtle, barely there.

Evelyn had her arms folded now too.

"What was that?" she whispered, not really expecting an answer.

Vyn stood behind them, quiet as always.

Silas just stared at Lucian.

"That guy," Silas muttered, "wasn’t normal."

Lucian said nothing.

He was still standing where Athena had left him.

Still calm.

Still aware.

His shirt was torn down the side, a cut visible across his ribs. His knuckles were bruised. Blood traced the edge of his eyebrow.

But he wasn’t tired.

If anything, he looked more awake than ever.

Athena turned back to the council dais. Where the senior instructors from each division were seated, still recovering from the impact. Some had sat down. Some were still frozen. A few were in mid-argument.

She didn’t wait for permission.

She spoke.

"Enough."

Her voice cracked through the arena, amplified by the runes in the ceiling.

All eyes turned to her.

"This Zenith Week was meant to test the limits of our students. To push them, rank them, prepare them. What we just witnessed was beyond rank. Beyond protocol. Beyond what this stadium was built for."

She let her words linger.

Then continued.

"The board will reconvene later to discuss further adjustments. But for now, the results are clear."

She turned.

Faced Class Zero.

"From this moment forward, by joint authority of the oversight committee and the administrative board, Class Zero of Aethra Academy is named the dominant unit of this year’s Zenith Week."

The silence cracked.

Then it broke.

Some cheers came—faint, stunned, delayed. Not the usual roars of celebration. Just disbelief. And a creeping awareness of something shifting in the hierarchy.

Reia blinked once.

Silas nearly laughed.

Evelyn’s mouth opened slightly. "We... won?"

Lucian just exhaled.

Didn’t even smirk.

Didn’t celebrate.

He simply turned away from the field and started walking toward the others.

Athena watched him the whole time.

He walked past the crack where he and the stranger had nearly broken reality. Past the hole he left in the arena wall. Past the blood.

When he reached them, no one said a word.

Not at first.

Then Silas stepped forward and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Dude. You’re terrifying."

Lucian gave a half-smile. "So are you."

Reia’s voice was quiet. "He wasn’t human."

Lucian didn’t deny it.

Evelyn whispered, "Do you think he’ll come back?"

Lucian paused.

"...He wasn’t here to win. He was here to watch. To test something."

"Like you?" Vyn asked softly.

Lucian looked up at the broken sky.

"...Yeah. Like me."

Across the arena, Alaric had already left the viewing box. His shadow moved fast. His mind racing through schedules, transfer lists, legal loopholes.

He would get what Eron asked for.

One way or another.

Because the age of balance was over.

Class Zero wasn’t just a fluke.

They were the shift.

The gods of the new board.

But behind that, deeper—under layers of pride, celebration, and whispers—there was a chill forming.

A slow, creeping fear.

Because if that boy—Lucian—was just one student...

Then what kind of world was waiting for them outside the walls?

And who were they to face it?

Far above, beyond the dome, in the skies that the system satellites couldn’t scan, something watched.

Something ancient.

And it remembered Lucian’s mana.

It remembered the last time it felt that scent—

During the fall of the First Gate.

And this time?

It wouldn’t wait.