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Stella staggered slightly, blinking rapidly as thousands of years' worth of supernatural knowledge flowed into her brain like a floodgate had just snapped open. She clutched her forehead.
"Holy… what the hell did you just do?" she asked, breathing heavily.
"Call it… a supernatural orientation," Zane said coolly, arms folded, leaning against his Lamborghini with one ankle over the other like he didn't just break the universal rules of knowledge transfer.
"You're in now," Malia added, watching Stella carefully, but her voice was casual, not threatened. "Hope you survive."
"Welcome to the Pack," Alicia said, sipping on her juice box again like this was daycare.
"You—" Stella pointed at Zane, then at herself. "You made me remember lives I didn't even live."
Zane shrugged. "Technically, those were your bloodline's memories. I just... unchained the lock."
Monica blinked. "You can do that?"
"You think he can't?" Malia smirked. "This man unlocked my entire ancestry just by touching my cheek one time."
Asha rolled her eyes. "And then probably touched more than that."
"Guilty," Zane replied with zero shame.
Isaac chuckled. "Damn, y'all really living in a whole different reality."
"We are the reality," Zane corrected, tossing the Lambo keys in the air and catching them lazily.
Stella was still processing, but her aura was already shifting—stabilizing. The previously chaotic mix of demon and witch energy inside her now flowed like a perfectly balanced cocktail.
Alicia narrowed her eyes. "She's strong."
"She was made to be," Zane said softly.
"By who?"
Zane gave no answer, only glanced at the sky with a faint glow flickering in his right eye. The moon was faintly visible in the blue morning sky—watching.
…
[Inside the School Building]
The hallway buzzed with chatter, lockers slamming and footsteps echoing. Students passed by without noticing the quiet power group that had just stepped in.
"Lunch is gonna be wild," Boyd muttered.
"Why wait till lunch?" Zane replied as he stopped in the middle of the hallway, reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a small black orb. He tapped it with his thumb.
A ripple of space distorted the hallway for 0.3 seconds.
Every student suddenly froze mid-walk. Time paused.
Zane and the crew looked around at the still world.
"I'm tired of crowds," he said. "Let's chill in a parallel zone."
With a snap of his fingers, the hallway shimmered. The walls, lockers, and lights all inverted in hue, turning the space into an alternate dimension—identical but devoid of all non-pack beings.
"You just—" Stella pointed again. "Paused time… shifted realms… who are you?"
"Zane."
"Okay but—"
"Just Zane."
"Right…"
"Yo, what if we skip class and hold a mini tournament instead?" Isaac suggested.
"Winner gets what?" Boyd asked.
"A favor from Zane," Alicia smirked.
"No," Zane replied instantly.
"Come on," Erica chimed in. "Even a tiny one."
"Fine. A favor—but nothing outrageous. No wish-level things."
Everyone's eyes sparkled.
Malia stretched her arms. "I'm in."
"I accept," Asha said confidently.
Even Stella, still adjusting to her new unlocked state, nodded.
Zane created a small pocket arena in the gymnasium with a twist—each person would face off using their base abilities only. No borrowed magic, no items, no enhancements. Just instincts and raw skill.
"First match: Erica vs. Boyd."
The gym transformed, holographic lights forming the boundaries. A scoreboard hovered mid-air, pulsing gently.
Erica pulled her hair into a ponytail. Boyd cracked his knuckles.
"Ready?"
"Begin."
The clash lasted all of thirty seconds.
Erica blitzed forward, throwing two feints and landing a spinning knee into Boyd's side. Boyd grunted, countered with a sweep kick, but Erica had already flipped midair and landed behind him.
She tapped his shoulder. "Gotcha."
"Winner: Erica."
Alicia whistled. "Okay, she got hands now."
"Not bad," Zane nodded.
Next match: Malia vs. Stella.
Tension sparked.
"Don't go easy on me," Stella warned.
"I never do."
The moment the match started, both girls disappeared from sight. Only flashes of their movements could be seen—walls cracked, wind howled, and energy flickered like strobe lights. Malia grinned mid-fight.
"You're fast."
"So are you."
In a split second, Malia appeared above Stella, preparing a phantom axe kick—but Stella vanished and reappeared on the ceiling, crouched like a spider. She launched herself and tackled Malia, pinning her with pure brute force.
"Winner: Stella."
Zane smiled subtly. "She learns fast."
Malia dusted herself off. "I like her."
A few more matches went by. Isaac took down Monica. Alicia beat Asha using a dirty trick involving a flashbang made of light magic.
Now it was Zane's turn. The final match.
"Who wants it?" he asked.
Everyone stayed silent.
"I'll go," Stella said, stepping forward with a calm yet curious gaze.
Everyone blinked.
"She's got balls," Isaac muttered.
Stella faced Zane in the center of the arena. "Even if I lose, I want to feel your level. I want to understand the gap."
Zane nodded once.
The moment the match began, Stella's aura flared. She layered herself with defensive hexes and amplified her speed tenfold, her body zigzagging toward Zane like a comet.
Zane didn't move.
At the last second, he blinked—and Stella froze mid-air, inches from his chest, locked in a stasis field.
"You would've hit me if I didn't blink," Zane said.
Stella exhaled, awed. "That's... insane."
He released the stasis field. "You passed."
"Winner: Zane."
He offered a hand. She took it and stood upright.
"What's the favor?" he asked Erica, the winner.
"Hmm…" Erica smirked. "I want you to take us out. Like, a full-out team day."
"That's it?"
"With money."
"Fair enough."
Zane pulled out a platinum credit card, flicked it into the air, and it multiplied into six exact copies mid-air. Each landed in one of the squad's palms.
"Have fun," he said.
"And you?" Alicia asked.
"I'll be watching."
"Of course you will," Malia said, grabbing his arm.
…
[Later That Day – Abandoned Factory, 14 Miles Away]
In a dark chamber surrounded by candlelight and rusted machinery, a cloaked figure stood before a black mirror. From within the mirror, a voice echoed—a voice ancient and cold.
"He's awakened Stella."
"So soon?" the cloaked one asked.
"The others are watching. Even Serena's growing restless."
"He's collecting pieces."
"No... he's reassembling his army."
A long pause.
"What do we do?"
"Observe… for now. But if he brings back the Ninth…"
Static roared through the mirror before the voice returned—this time deeper and darker.
"Then Heaven won't be enough to stop him."
…
[Back at the School – Parking Lot]
"Yo, Zane," Isaac called. "We still going out?"
"Yeah. I just need to check something first."
Zane looked up at the sky again, and the moon shimmered.
They're watching.
He smirked.
Let them.
He turned to Malia. "Wanna ride with me or drive your own?"
"Yours. Always yours."
As the squad piled into their cars, laughter echoing in the distance, Zane's shadow stretched just a bit longer than it should've.