Prologue - Year 2050
The city of Nexara was burning.
Explosions lit the night sky as awakened heroes clashed with an enemy the world feared to even name.
And in the center of the ruined streets—
A single boy stood alone.
No aura.No glowing Nexas.No awakened power.
Only a cracked combat suit… and a defiant gaze that refused to fall.
Raze Arcwell. The Nexasless Arcwell.
Across from him, standing atop collapsing rubble, was a man wrapped in shifting darkness—his voice cold, amused, echoing through the broken air.
Nightveil.
"So you've come this far… without a Nexas."
Raze steadied his breathing, tightening his grip on a half-broken baton.
"I don't need a Nexas," he said quietly,"to stand against people like you."
A faint pulse of Abyss radiation flickered across his suit.
Nightveil tilted his head.
"Then show me, Raze Arcwell.Show me how high a Nexasless human can climb."
The ground split.
Light and shadow collided.
And the world witnessed the moment the boy who was born with nothing…challenged the strongest villain alive.....
Back to the Present, The story Begins :
Fraxen. (Year 2048)
A world where cities gleam brighter than the constellations above them…and where the gifted walk the earth like living myths.
Where one in four children awakens a Nexas—a supernatural ability capable of shaping destiny itself.
Lightning users, Metal shifters, Stone breakers, Healers, Gravity wielders, Shadow walkers.
Heroes rise.
Villains rebel.
Power rules everything.
And in the nation of Vornis, in the radiant city of Nexara, one name stands above all:
The Arcwell Family.
A dynasty of brilliance.
A lineage of power.
A symbol of greatness spoken with awe and envy.
Roland Arcwell — a strategic mind shaping global industries.
Rose Arcwell — a healer whose ability saves lives even conventional medicine cannot.
Luna Arcwell — a prodigy of light, so fast she seems to disappear.
Lily Arcwell — the youngest awakened genius ever recorded.
A flawless family.
A legendary family.
Except… one.
Raze Arcwell — the boy born without a Nexas.
In a world built on power, he was the Arcwell anomaly.
The powerless heir.The outlier.The whisper people tried to hide behind polite smiles.
"How can an Arcwell be Nexasless?""Such a shame…"
He heard everything.
But the Arcwell home was different.
His mother held him like he was priceless.
His father taught him discipline, strategy, and will.
Lily adored him more than anyone.
And Luna — fierce, brilliant, terrifyingly strong — glared at anyone who mocked him until they regretted it.
Raze was not unloved.
But love could not silence ambition.
Every night, the neon lights of Nexara reflected in his eyes as he watched heroes on the news — saving cities, stopping disasters, standing where ordinary people could not.
And quietly, he made a promise:
If Luna becomes a hero… I want to stand beside her.Power or not, I refuse to be left behind.I will not remain the weak one.
So he trained.
Long after others slept.
Martial arts until his knuckles bled.Academics until his pencil snapped from exhaustion.Combat strategy until his mind felt like it would burn.
If he could not awaken a Nexas—then he would forge his own weapon:
A body that doesn't break.
A mind that doesn't bow.
A will that doesn't surrender.
Then one morning—a silver envelope arrived.
Lionel Academy — Entrance Exam Candidate Approval.
Lionel Academy.
The greatest hero institution in Vornis.
The forge of champions.
Tens of thousands applied every year…
…but only a tiny fraction were even allowed to take the entrance exam.
Most candidates were rejected instantly.
Filtered out before they ever set foot on the academy grounds.
But Raze Arcwell—
—was granted permission to take the exam.
Not because he was gifted. Not because he was exceptional.
But because the Arcwell family owned 20% of the academy's parent conglomerate.
They didn't guarantee him admission.
They only guaranteed him a chance to compete.
And the whispers began immediately:
"A powerless kid? They're letting him take the exam?""
What a joke…"
"He'll embarrass the Arcwell name."
He could already hear the laughter.
But none of that mattered.
When he stood at the academy gates for the first time, morning sunlight catching his white hair like a spark, he whispered:
"This world wasn't built for someone like me...so I'll carve my own place into it."
Students stared.
Some mocked.
Some pitied.
Some whispered behind cupped hands.
But none of them understood.
They didn't see the fire behind his quiet gaze.
They didn't know the hours of training he endured alone. They didn't know the will he carried.
And they certainly didn't know—
That this powerless boy would one day shake Fraxen to its core.
This is the story of Raze Arcwell—the boy born without a Nexas in a world ruled by them…
…and the legend he will become.
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In Fraxen,
Dreams were measured in strength.
Children awakened Nexas before they reached teenage.
Teens trained until their bodies screamed.
Adults carved their names into history using abilities that bent nature itself.
And the powerless?
They survived quietly… or broke loudly.
Raze Arcwell belonged to neither group.
He stood somewhere in the middle—too weak to rise, too stubborn to fall.
And that stubbornness would shape everything.
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The Road to Lionel Academy
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The Arcwell estate had witnessed many arguments.
But none louder—or more desperate—than the ones Raze had with his parents.
"Raze, sweetheart…" his mother Rose whispered, brushing his bangs aside.
"Lionel Academy isn't a school. It's a battlefield."
Raze clenched his fists.
"Then I'll walk in stronger than they expect."
His father Roland sighed, placing a large, steady hand on his son's shoulder.
"You don't have to prove yourself to the world. You're already enough."
"But I want to prove it to myself."
There it was.
The truth neither parent could argue with.
Every morning, Raze trained his body until sweat dripped onto the marble floor.
Every night, he studied until the sun rose outside his window.
He endured.
He persisted.
He refused to break.
Eventually, Roland exhaled slowly.
Rose wiped her eyes.
"…Alright."
"If this is truly your path…"
"We won't stop you."
But the hardest battle wasn't against his parents.
It was against her—
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Luna Arcwell's Warning
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Luna didn't shout.
Luna didn't argue.
She simply stood there—tall, composed, frighteningly powerful—and stared at her younger brother.
"Raze," she said quietly, "do you know what you're asking for?"
Raze held her gaze.
"Yes."
"No," Luna whispered. "You don't."
She looked away—something she almost never did.
"I've seen students humiliated until they quit.
I've seen power crush people from the inside.
Even I was… targeted."
Raze blinked.
Luna? Targeted?
She continued:
"If they treated me harshly—"
She gestured at herself, at the power radiating around her.
"—what will they do to someone with no Nexas at all?"
Silence.
Then Raze stepped closer.
"I know the dangers, Luna."
"Then why?" she pressed. "Why choose the hardest road?"
Raze smiled faintly.
"Because it's the only road that leads me forward."
Luna froze.
For the first time, she looked less like a prodigy…
and more like a worried sister.
Finally, she sighed.
"…Fine. But listen carefully."
She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his.
"If anyone hurts you… I'll tear down the academy myself."
Raze chuckled softly.
"I'll be fine, sis."
He wasn't sure if he believed that.
But he wanted her to.
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Entrance Exam Day — A Quiet War Begins
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Lionel Academy tested everything:
Strength.
Endurance.
Dexterity.
Power.
Control.
But the entrance exam? Only one thing mattered—
**Theory.**
And that was Raze's battlefield.
He flew through questions with surgical precision:
Combat strategy.
Hero ethics.
Villain psychology.
Historical crises.
Tactical simulations.
By the time he finished, some proctors whispered among themselves:
"Is he really Nexasless?"
"His thinking speed is unreal."
"He's answering faster than prodigies…"
A week later, the results were posted.
And at the top of the list:
1st Place — Raze Arcwell (Score: 100%)
Students swarmed the display.
"This has to be rigged."
"He must've cheated."
"The Arcwells bought the ranking!"
"No way a powerless kid aced it!"
But the whispers never left a safe distance.
Because everyone knew:
"Luna Arcwell walked these halls."
And nobody wanted to die early.
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The Valedictorian Speech
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At the opening ceremony, the principal called:
"Raze Arcwell. Valedictorian of the incoming first-year class."
Gasps. Shock. Annoyance. Curiosity.
Raze stepped onto the stage.
Thousands of eyes locked onto him.
His palms shook—but he lifted his chin anyway.
"I know many of you doubt me."
The hall fell silent.
"You think I don't belong here.
That without a Nexas… I'm already defeated."
Some smirked.
Some crossed their arms.
Raze placed a hand over his heart.
"But hear this."
He exhaled.
"Power does not make a hero."
A few students blinked.
"Heart does.
Will does."
"And I will prove it—
with or without Nexas."
Gasps rippled.
A few scoffed.
Many stared in disbelief.
Luna, watching from the audience, smiled like a proud, dangerous lioness.
Instructors exchanged glances.
Who was this boy?
Why did his voice sound like a promise written into fate?
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The Declaration
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That day, the Nexasless boy made a vow.
Not a whisper.
Not a thought.
A vow the entire academy heard:
"I will rise.
I will stand.
And I will become a hero."
He didn't know how.
He didn't know when.
But he believed it.
And belief was the beginning.
The name "Raze Arcwell," once pitied and mocked, began spreading through the academy—
as a spark,
as a challenge,
as the birth of a legend.
One that would one day ignite an inferno.
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