Light woke to birds chirping and the sharp rhythm of metal clashing against metal. He groaned, rolling onto his side to check the clock. 12:00. "Twelve hours… damn," he muttered. "Not enough sleep." His head throbbed. Too much liqour last night.
He rubbed his temples, trying to ease the pounding. Dragging himself out of bed, Light shuffled toward the kitchen. He expected chaos Ice and Luke had returned with new recruits, and Light assumed his mansion would be a disaster zone. But the kitchen was empty. Quiet.
Respectful. Only the distant clashing continued. Light blinked. Father… you might've been wrong. Not all people are destructive. He reached for the orange juice Albert had prepared A violent crash shook the entire mansion.Light jumped, dropping the glass.
Juice splattered across the floor. His aura flared red, heat rippling off his skin."What the hell is going on?!" He stormed outside And froze. All the heroes stood in a circle, silent, watching something in the center. Light followed their eyes. Riot. Standing over Stuart. Riot's chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths. His eyes were closed.
His posture disciplined. Stuart crawled backward, terrified. But Light wasn't looking at Stuart. He was staring at Riot's aura. A swirl of gold and fire. Light whispered to himself, stunned: "No way… this boy isn't random. He's something else. Something unknown." Stuart scrambled to Ice, babbling about what happened.
Light listened. Ice didn't take his eyes off Riot. and said to Stuart "Riot is becoming extraordinary." The heroes stayed silent. Riot stood still, breathing slow, aura glowing like a rising sun. And Light realizedThe world had just changed again.