UMBRA ISLAND — COMA HQ
The Council Chamber was dark, shaped like a fang in stone. Twelve thrones ringed the war table — each occupied by a legend.
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Twelve legacies. Twelve factions. Twelve fangs of one ancient beast.
At the head, Elda Kurogane, Apex Chair of COMA, sat with her cane resting beside her — unused, unnecessary. Her eyes were sharp enough to cut bone.
Projected before her hovered the Crucible Cycle’s data — heat maps, stress markers, neural charts, kill ratios.
She studied none of it.
Her gaze lingered only on three blinking markers:
Avni. Sayaka. Raiden.
“My grandchildren are alive,” she said quietly.
Across the chamber, Hildegard Falk, the Ice Fang of Caelthorn, leaned back in her chair, fingers steepled. Her voice was granite.
“They will remain alive only if they earn it.”
Elda’s expression didn’t change. “They carry legacy.”
“They carry weight,” Hildegard corrected. “Let the Crucible do its work. No interference.”
Another Fang nodded. “Let them choose their first Division. The rest will follow.”
“Force. Shadow. Order,” Hildegard recited like gospel. “Four months in each. If they survive.”
“If,” Elda echoed.
Silence.
Then she spoke again, voice like frost over steel:
“Only 150 will remain at the end of Year One. Fifty will not be removed — they will be eliminated.”
No one objected.
VALGRAVE — Ruins Wing
Luce’s fist connected with Lev’s jaw, sending him stumbling against a stone column. Dust shook from the ceiling.
Lev wiped blood from his mouth, but his eyes never left Luce. Cold. Calculating.
“You knew?” Lev growled. “You knew Gianluca Moretti ran Valgrave—your maternal grandfather—and you said nothing?”
Luce didn’t flinch. “Not my story to tell.”
Raiden stepped in, voice low but laced with fury. “You lied to all of us. What else are you hiding? You knew about Sayaka’s father too—”
“Don’t,” Luce snapped. “Not here.”
“Oh, now you care about privacy?”
“That man,” Luce hissed, “Takeshi Kurogane. Head of Umbra’s League. Avni’s uncle. Sayaka’s father. Your father.”
Raiden froze.
Sayaka didn’t.
She walked past them both, eyes focused elsewhere.
Erik appeared behind them, voice deadpan. “So. Everyone’s related. Anyone else want to drop a dynasty?”
DORM 17 — West Wing
Ishaan blinked. “Wait… wait wait wait. So Luce is heir to Valgrave. Raiden and Sayaka are direct Umbra blood. Avni’s basically mafia royalty. Erik’s grandma crushes rebellions before breakfast.”
He turned to Veer. “This feels like watching a soap opera with guns.”
Veer crossed his arms. “You forgot murder and tattoos.”
Dev muttered, “Do we even belong in this dorm?”
Saira glanced around, cool as ever. “If you’re here, you’ve earned it. Act like it.”
The ten newest members of Dorm 17 stood frozen. Wide-eyed. Wordless.
They weren’t just living with mafia heirs.
They were living with power.
The Crucible Cycle hadn’t even begun.
ANNOUNCEMENT – VALGRAVE UNIVERSITY | SYSTEM BROADCAST
🔊 All first-year Vault students:
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▢ FORCE – Begin your journey in blood and fire.32Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYe3A42DyXu
▢ SHADOW – Walk into lies and vanish in silence.32Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUwsC0q87PL
▢ ORDER – Start with code. Learn before you kill.Your decision will shape your year.32Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx8SXzLR1EY
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The Crucible begins at dawn.
COMA HQ
Elda Kurogane closed the broadcast with a wave of her hand.
“Two hundred still stand,” she said.
Hildegard Falk didn’t look up. “How many will carry all three scars by the end?”
Elda’s lips curled into something like a smile.
“Only the balanced survive.”
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and then Add to home screen.