Chapter 86 Dorm war

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A sharp whistle cut through the air just as Noah left the training facility. Before he could fully turn, a familiar figure practically launched herself at him, slender arms wrapping around his neck as soft lips claimed his. The scent of expensive perfume – something floral and likely worth more than his monthly allowance – filled his senses. "Sophie," he managed when she finally let him breathe, very aware of the stares they were attracting. "Hi." Sophie Reign, third-year elite and apparently allergic to subtlety, grinned up at him. "What took you so long? I've been waiting forever." She pouted, still pressed against him in a way that made discretion impossible. "No classes today, and I was so bored." "Sorry," Noah said, gently attempting to create some space between them. Not that Sophie allowed much. "The simulation ran longer than expected." "I'm hungry," she announced, fingers playing with the collar of his uniform. "Feed me?" "Actually, I know a spot." Noah smiled, catching her hand before it could wander further. "My treat this time. I insist," he added quickly, seeing her start to protest. Sophie's family could probably buy the entire academy without noticing the expense, but this was a matter of pride. Her answering smile was surprisingly soft. "Okay. Just this once." She glanced around. "Are we walking? I had them take my Clexus back to the apartment." "It's in the east wing," Noah said, finally managing to reduce their contact to just held hands – though Sophie's grip suggested she thought he might bolt at any second. "Ever had infused food?" "In the east wing?" Her surprise seemed genuine. "They have that here?"@@@@ "Yeah, a friend showed me." Noah carefully didn't mention Lila's name. "It's pretty amazing actually." Sophie pressed closer as they walked, her other hand wrapping around his arm. "Tell me about your schedule," she said, changing topics with practiced ease. "I want to know everything you're doing." "Well, I signed up for martial arts with Master Anng," Noah began, trying not to notice how her grip tightened slightly. "Core extraction classes, though those are... interesting. Miss Brooks handles most of our essential training, and combat classes of course." "Mmm, combat class." Sophie nodded. "Same as me. Though I bet I could teach you a few things they don't cover in first-year courses." Her smile turned mischievous. "Want me to train you?" "Would you?" Noah asked, genuinely interested. Sophie's combat ratings were exceptional, even by third-year standards. She leaned up, lips brushing his ear. "Everything comes with a price, handsome." The playful threat in her voice made him chuckle, but something nagged at the back of his mind. Sophie seemed more... clingy than usual. More public with her affection. It had only been a few days since they started dating, and while he wasn't complaining exactly, something felt off. A body came flying through a second-floor window, trailing glass and debris as it arced through the air before skidding across the concrete in a spray of sparks. "Holy shit!" Sophie grabbed Noah's arm as students began pouring out of the building, while others – because academy students were nothing if not drawn to chaos – rushed inside. The supposedly dead body on the ground suddenly twitched. Then, with a roar of rage, the student leaped to his feet, his entire form erupting into flames. "You 1A students are dead!" He screamed before charging back into the building, leaving scorched footprints in his wake. A boy ran past them, and Sophie's hand shot out, catching his sleeve. "What's happening?" "It's insane in there!" The boy's eyes were wide with excitement or fear – possibly both. "Some 1C guys started beef with a 1B student, then his 1A friend jumped in to help, and now it's just..." He gestured wildly at the broken window. "Total chaos! Everyone's powers are out, and—" He broke off as another crash echoed from inside, followed by what sounded suspiciously like maniacal laughter. Noah's heart dropped. Kelvin. His friend could handle himself, sure, but in the middle of what sounded like an all-out dorm war? "I need to check on Kelvin," he said, already moving toward the entrance. Sophie's grip on his arm became almost painful. "Are you insane? You can't go in there! These situations are dangerous, Noah. People get seriously hurt, and the administration won't do anything because there are too many involved. There's no way to prove who started what." "I'm not going to fight," Noah insisted, trying to pull free. "I just need to make sure my friend is okay." "Noah—" But he was already moving, breaking her hold and rushing through the entrance. The scene inside was pure chaos. The lobby looked like a war zone – scorch marks on the walls, patches of ice on the floor, and what appeared to be some kind of organic growth creeping up one corner. Two students wrestled nearby, one glowing with electric energy while the other seemed to be partially made of stone. Noah dodged around them, heading for the stairs. A guy flew – literally flew – past his head, pursued by another student who was throwing what looked like glowing paper airplanes that exploded on impact. The stairwell itself was a obstacle course of various power effects: patches of anti-gravity, sections where the steps had been turned to rubber, and at one point what appeared to be a small localized raincloud complete with lightning. He reached his floor just in time to see someone get thrown through a wall – not into it, through it, leaving a perfect person-shaped hole like something out of a cartoon. Somewhere down the hall, someone was yelling about honor and justice while what sounded like a small herd of elephants thundered past. 'Almost there,' Noah thought, pushing through the mayhem toward his room. The door was just ahead, seemingly untouched by the chaos around it. He reached for the handle, fingers just brushing the metal when something... shifted. A white line appeared at the edge of his vision, like someone had drawn a glowing border around his field of view. The world seemed to blur, colors running together like wet paint. The sounds of battle faded, replaced by a high-pitched whine that made his teeth ache. The last thing he saw before everything went white was his own hand, still reaching for the door, now seeming to move through molasses. Then even that faded away, leaving him floating in a void of nothing but that burning white line and a single thought: 'This isn't someone's power...'

Chapter 86 Dorm war

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