The tension from Mufasa's revelation was still thick in the air as the brothers walked back toward the "SWORD" classroom. But the silence didn't last long.
"Yo, Lam! Over here!"
A boy with a confident grin waved them down. Faizan F. Mahmud. Narrator: "Faizan. Lam's best friend. Full name: Faizan F. Mahmud Dino G.O.D Sand. His contract is with Rexas. He can turn a desert into a grave or a fortress in seconds."
"Faizan? What are you doing here?" Lam asked, his tech-brain already recalibrating.
"I'm in your class, genius!" Faizan laughed. He wasn't alone. Standing next to him was Saad, looking like he just finished a marathon. Narrator: "Samiul S. Islam Saad. G.O.D of Smoke. The athlete of the group. His contract is Giga. He moves like a ghost and strikes like a volcano."
Before Lam could respond, a strange, lingering presence made the hair on his neck stand up. "Where's the mental one?" Lam muttered.
"Right behind you," a voice whispered. Nahal appeared out of nowhere. Narrator: "Tahmid Sarker Nahal. G.O.D of Steel. The 'Mental' one of the group. His contract is Spinas. He's as unpredictable as he is perverted, but his steel is unbreakable."
Then came the sound of tapping on a tablet. Shoaib stepped forward, adjusting his glasses. Narrator: "Shamsul Haque Mohammad S. Shoaib. G.O.D of Rock. The Nerd. His contract is Niger. He calculates the density of every stone before he crushes you with it."
Lam groaned. "No... not the Nerd in my section. Uganda, man! Just my luck."
Finally, a quiet, eerie boy stepped out of the shadows. Ishan. Narrator: "Ishan I. Din. G.O.D of Haunt. His contract is Tri. He walks between the world of the living and the dead."
Asadullah looked around at the ten of them. "Faizan, Saad, Nahal, Shoaib, Ishan... and us five. All in the same section. This isn't a classroom; it's a god-tier army."
THE ROOFTOP: ABOVE THE ACADEMY
High above, the Five-Armed Man watched the ten boys. Suddenly, the air turned red. A Blood—a parasitic species made of liquid gore—lunged at him from the void.
The Five-Armed Man didn't even turn around. With a flick of his wrist, he manifested the surrounding air into a pressurized box, shaping it with his ancient Urza. He vanished inside the box, hiding his presence completely. A second later, the box shattered.
The Blood didn't just die; it was carved into thousands of microscopic pieces.
The ten boys below heard the sonic boom and flew to the roof instantly. They landed to see a brutal scene—the remains of the Blood scattered like red rain—but the rooftop was empty. The Five-Armed Man was gone.
THE UNIVERSAL THREAT
"Look up!" Ishan pointed a trembling finger.
The sky disappeared. A Meteorite—so massive it could be seen from other multiverses, a stone larger than the universe itself—was descending. The sheer gravity of it began to pull the atmosphere away. The ten heroes stood frozen. Even their G.O.D titles felt small against a world-killer of this scale.
Suddenly, a shadow flickered in the sky. The Five-Armed Man appeared directly in the path of the meteorite.
His two Plungers suddenly extended jagged, glowing spikes. With a roar that shook the dimensions, he delivered one slash. A line of white light cut the universe-sized rock in half. With a second slash, the two halves were carved into invisible dust.
The threat was gone in two seconds.
Lam, flying at the front of the group, shouted at the disappearing figure, "Hey! Who are you?! What are you doing here? You can't just walk away after that!"
CLIFFHANGER:
The Five-Armed Man stopped mid-air. He slowly turned his head. His hood fell back, revealing a face with five glowing eyes, each one swirling with a different galaxy.
His voice didn't come from his mouth; it echoed directly inside their minds.
"I am the Balance, Little Lion. And I won't let you extinct them... yet."
He vanished into a rift of red static.
[END OF ARC 1: THE AWAKENING]