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.