The Boy Without Power
Aiden stood quietly in the middle of the magic hall.
Students around him were laughing.
"Look! It's the powerless boy again."
"He shouldn't even be in this academy."
Aiden lowered his head.
He was used to it.
In this world, everyone awakened their magic at the age of ten.
Fire. Water. Wind. Earth.
Everyone… except him.
He was sixteen now.
Still nothing.
No magic. No power.
Just emptiness.
Suddenly, a fireball exploded near his feet.
Rex stepped forward, smirking.
"Why don't you just quit, Aiden? This place is for the strong."
Aiden clenched his fists but said nothing.
Because Rex was right.
He was weak.
Completely weak.
That night, Aiden sat alone behind the academy building.
Tears slowly rolled down his face.
"Why… am I the only one without power?"
At that moment…
The ground beneath him began to shake.
A strange black symbol appeared under his feet.
Dark energy rose like smoke.
A voice echoed inside his mind.
"You are not powerless… You are the chosen one."
Aiden's eyes widened.
"What… is this?"
The darkness suddenly entered his body.
His eyes turned pitch black.
And for the first time in his life…
He felt power.
Terrifying power.
A power that should never exist.