《The Crownless Citadel》


 Prologue

    ///Warning: Depictions of Graphical Violence and Alcoholism in this novel and plenty of disturbing elements. Some chapters will be marked.///


    Waking up with a hangover is never fun.


    Headache, nausea, sensitive to sound and light.


    "What''s going on?" Noland groaned, struggling to open his eyes. His body felt heavy and his eyes burned, despite having them closed.


    Something felt off, this wasn''t his bed or chair- nor was it the floor. He was at an angle too.


    He reached out around him, trying to grasp onto something familiar.


    "Agh!" Noland hissed, his left hand recoiling in pain as he felt something sharp ripped into his flesh. "What the fuck?"


    His head jerked in response to the pain, wincing again as something sharp cut the back of his head.


    Snapping his eyes open, he froze in confusion. He didn''t recognize the cold, desolate environment around him.


    Well, perhaps it was cold.


    Metal walls towered meters high around him with metal grating allowing in a dim, grey light. Exposed and rusted gears and pipes drizzled neon green and sickly orange with faint steam rising out.


    Looking around carefully, there was just trash. Piles of trash and he was partially buried in it.


    Neon green and sickly orange puddled around, bubbling and hissing as steam rose.


    ''What was in my drink?'' Noland thought, grimacing as he carefully sat up.


    He sat there for some time, trying to find himself. It didn''t work. His head hurt, he was hungry, and a little pissed off for no real reason.The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Shifting his gaze down, he was still wearing his uniform. Black cargo pants, black shirt, black jacket, gloves- everything leather black.


    Perhaps it had a few too many steampunk accessories though.


    The only identifier on him was on his shoulders, which had golden trim with the words ''Iron Veil'' and ''1'' stitched in.


    Noland was part of the Veil Guard, peacekeepers of the southern quadrant of the Iron City.


    This was his first night out celebrating his eighteenth birthday, old enough to legally drink, but he got carried away mixing different liquors.


    Now, he was at the bottom of a scrap pit.


    Screeeetch


    Noland''s head snapped up to the sound of the metal grate moving above, followed by the sight of scrap falling without regard for what- or whom- was below.


    "Wait! I''m down here!" Noland shouted but it was too late.


    Noland tried to scramble out from the pile, but his pitch-black clothing got caught, and he was struck on the back of the head.


    With his vision blurring and darkening, he fell forward to the floor- the side of his face creating a small ''splotch'' sound as it impacted the ground.


    "Is this the one who yelled?" Hazy, distant voices brought him back to consciousness. "What''s a Veil Guard cadet doing down here..."


    The side of his face above the cheekbone burned viciously as he lifted himself up with a groan.


    "Fuck..." Noland cursed as he rose to one knee, clutching it in pain.


    "Sir?" An uncertain voice called out. "Why were you in the pit?"


    A different voice added on with guilt, "We didn''t mean to! We were just cleaning up the streets and this is the normal place to dump garbage."


    Noland''s gaze snapped up to the two boys, probably not even teenagers, frozen stiff.


    He assumed, with a snarl, that they were responsible.


    Rising to his full height, he slowly walked toward them and they shrunk back from his imposing form, too scared to move.


    "Sir? We''re sorry- GAH!"


    The boy''s apology was cut off with a strangled yelp as Noland seized him by the scruff and lifted him into the air.


    "Hey! We''re sorry, it was an accident!" his friend cried, pulling at Noland''s arm but to no avail.


    Noland''s other hand pressed firmly against the boy''s head, palm covering the exact spot where his own skin still burned.


    The child thrashed violently, eyes shut in fear before Noland dropped him, sighing with frustration instead.


    Noland was already walking toward the exit tunnel by the time the boy opened his eyes.


    "Are you okay?" A hushed, scared whisper echoed from behind him.


    ''Brats...'' Noland grumbled. ''Harming their protectors- they''re lucky they''re just kids.''


    A quick glance down at one of his accessory watches tied to his jacket however had him sighing exasperatedly.


    "I''m going to be late for my first day at the academy."

 Chapter 1: Academy Entrance

    One would think that the academy responsible for training the regiments responsible for guarding the city would look a little more glamorous. Instead, it looked just like the rest of the city- old and rusted.


    It was one of the most sanitary, however. The academy walls layered with pipes carrying the chemicals to heat and cool the building, depending on the time of year, were not cracked or leaking.


    Gazing up toward the roof, Noland and others could see the steam rising from vents glowing red hot as he stood at the entrance gates. Looking down, the grass was- there was no grass. Lifeless soil flanking pavement.


    "All first-year cadets, make your way inside for attendance immediately!" A grisly, bearded man roared from the large double doors. His Raven black hair was wild, but his well-trimmed beard. "Late arrival will result in immediate expulsion!"


    The instructors of the academy wore more formal clothing. This one wore black dress pants, black shoes, and a red button-up shirt. His scarred arms and calloused fists, even from a distance, told a story of a life shaped by training, combat, and disciplining cadets.


    "Keh..." Noland scowled, hands stuffed into his cargo pants as he approached the entrance.


    The instructor''s gaze slowly shifted toward him, brows furrowing. It wasn''t just the instructor, everyone nearby was staring- some leaning back as he passed.


    The instructor glanced down at his clipboard, then back at him. "First Ranked Cadet Noland - Iron Veil regiment," He read aloud, his scrutinizing eyes shifting up to the right side of Noland''s face.


    "What happened?"


    "What?" Noland sharply replied.


    Sighing with aggravation, the instructor lowered the clipboard and stepped into Noland''s personal space. His alcoholic breath reeked of alchohol as he growled, "First, cadet, address me appropriately. Instructor Fenrik Greythorne."


    "Yes, Instructor Fenrik Greythorne." Noland''s tone changed appropriately, aware of repercussions upon failure to show respect to authority. "I don''t know, sir."


    "You''re telling me you don''t know how-" He turned the clipboard around to reveal a small portrait of Noland next to his name.


    Short, raven black hair with a pale complexion. Sharp and angular facial features, a square jaw, and a prominent but crooked nose. For a city resident, Noland would be considered fortunate- but his features while unyielding were stripped of softness.


    "-that massive chemical burn appeared on your face?" Fenrik asked with a tone reserved for speaking to a retard, nodding toward the wound.


    Lifting a hand, Noland''s fingertips brushed against the burn. Perhaps it was the cold, or the chemicals themselves, but he hadn''t felt further pain until just then. He winced.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Silently observing the cadet, Fenrik grunted, eyes narrowing. "Loss of sensation? Common. When did it happen?"


    "This morning."


    "Did you wash it?"


    "No, it happened on my way here."


    Pinching the bridge of his nose with pen in hand, Fenrik exhaled through his teeth. Without opening his eyes, his hand dropped and Noland saw him mark the clipboard.


    "Inside. First left. Infirmary. Report to the auditorium afterward." Restrained. Struggling to restrain himself and not look at Noland, his jaw clenched and voice tight.


    Without another word, Noland stepped past, not wanting to make an even worse first impression on the instructor, and opened the door.


    The interior carried some resemblance to the harsh, industrial exterior. Rusted walls with pipes running along the ceiling. Immediately on the left upon entering was a guest office, and to the right, a janitor''s closet. Both had copper or bronze doors. Not very welcoming, but practical- just like the rest of the academy.


    Beyond the first set of doors, the space grew more grandiose. Statues of past heroes and city founders alongside artistic displays of battles fought against monsters outside the city''s borders. The large, circular lobby opened up with polished tile flooring and a glass dome ceiling, its bronze support beams glistening with copper patterns soldered into place.


    At the center of the lobby stood a massive bulletin board. Currently, it hosts cadet scores, results, and placements. Smaller boards circled it, each filled with various events, clubs, and extra duties. Some offered paths to success, while others offered alternatives for those who couldn''t handle the pressure.


    Noland didn''t need to check it. After all, he had a big fat ''1'' stitched into his uniform. What better indicator of rank did he need? Smirking arrogantly, Noland just kept on walking. His presence drew the attention of students. Some were curious, others jealous, but many held disdain.


    Gripping the copper handle, Noland entered the infirmary.


    He was greeted by... well, to him, she looked like a blond-haired bimbo. Circular, wire-framed glasses rested low on her nose, and her long blond hair was tied up neatly in a ponytail. And she was well-endowed.


    They weren''t oversized, she was just better off. But to Noland''s comparison, she could''ve been the equivalent to a mutated cow.


    Her skin was smooth, and only a few creases marked her older age- maybe in her thirties. Sharp, icy blue eyes peered toward Noland, marked with contempt as she silently gestured to a nearby seat.


    "First day and someone''s a problem already." She huffed, sparing a glance to his golden-trimmed shoulder. "First Ranked cadet too. This year will be fun."


    Noland didn''t appreciate her attitude. Letting out an exaggerated frustrated sigh of his own, he dramatically gestured widely and looked up, emphasizing certain words. "I know! Massive problems and oversized pains on the first day! Really BIG problems."


    When his gaze lowered, he was met with an extremely cold, deadpan stare. He felt a chill run down his spine and the humor left him as he sat down without another word.


    ''Nurse Odessa Coldwell''


    A quick flick of his gaze to her chest badge identified her.


    Curling her fingers, Odessa conjured an orb of water in the center of her hand, the liquid hovering effortlessly. Without warning, she leaned forward and it pressed against his burn.


    "Agh-" Noland hissed in pain surged through his skin. It wasn''t healing, just a cleaning process. But it felt like acid.


    No magic could heal in this world. At least, not that he was aware of.


    When she finished, Odessa calmly reached down into a metal drawer beside her, expression cold and unreadable as before. She pulled out a small, circular tin and held it out to him.


    "Apply this ointment twice a day for the next two weeks. The chemical burn was left untreated for too long. This will help soothe it."


    Her tone remained flat as she handed him the unmarked tin. Noland''s gaze briefly flickered to her delicate hands before taking it.


    "Get out."

 Chapter 1: Academy Entrance (2)

    A near-deafening roar filled the auditorium as students conversed. Though there were differences in the styles of clothing between male and female cadets, their colors marked the city''s quadrant: Blue for the north, yellow for the east, black for the south, and red for the west.


    Their colors weren''t a reflection of power. It was a reflection of their morals and values. The numbers on their jackets displayed their strength, a public declaration of the city''s harsh meritocratic order.


    Each body of students, sectioned by color, was divided into four rows of eight-by-eight squares. This year was slightly larger, with two and a half blocks per quadrant, but that detail mattered little.


    The dropout rate was at least fifty percent- and of the remainder, many more would die during training or in their first year of service.


    Ding-ding-ding


    A bell rang out, cutting through the noise. Conversations hushed as cadets rushed for seats in their designated areas. Though no were officially assigned seats, the top ten students were an exception with their chairs marked. First come, first serve after that.


    Heavy, iron-toed boots echoed as they struck the metal floor in rhythm. Four instructors, each flanked by a younger assistant, stepped onto the platform with the discipline of a military parade.


    Sharply turning, their heels struck the floor in unison as they faced the students.


    Noland, sitting at the front in his designated ''1'' chair, sat straighter upon seeing who stood before their section.


    Fenrik Greythornne.


    Beside him stood a slightly younger man, dressed identically but whose red hair and body lacked the stories and stress that battle delivered. Untarnished, and free of scars.


    Swallowing slightly, Noland''s gaze shifted. He couldn''t recognize the others but was still awed by the weight of their entrance.


    Several seconds passed before an older man, unkempt and dressed in long, grey robes, stepped onto the platform. His face bore too many scars to count, and his back hunched slightly from age, yet his footsteps were sharp and deliberate.


    Approaching the center podium, however, his presence was anything but fragile. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke, his voice resonated clearly through the auditorium.


    "Welcome to the Iron Veil Academy," his voice of authority rang out. "My name is Reynald Asheville, principal of this academy."


    "Today, your journey begins as you seek to become protectors of this great city- the City of Iron." Reynald''s curled, stiff hand gestured across the assembled students. "Many of you will fail. You will not succeed. This world is harsh. You will see friends and loved ones fall. And the training you face will be equally unforgiving."


    A glint of sadness entered in Reynald''s eye as he spoke. He closed his eyes briefly, gathering himself, before clearing his voice again.


    "For that very reason, a new approach will be taken with your training this year."


    Students shifted uncomfortably, exchanging glances. A few hushed whispers of doubt emerged, uncertainty, questioning if this was a good idea.


    The principal''s eyes narrowed. They carried no forgiveness nor compromise.


    "If you are concerned, you may leave. There is no shame. But you will not return."


    "Students this year will be assigned to live units." Reynald continued as if the disruption never took place, his voice cutting through the commotion. "After the first three months, you will be transitioned to your units. It''s been decided that a hands-on approach is the best approach for survival."The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Theories-" his voice darkened, "will not prepare you for the chaos in the streets, or beyond the walls."


    After at least half an hour, going through the rules, regulations, dos and don''ts, and ways to succeed, Reynald finally motioned to Noland and three others.


    "May I have the top student from each district give their closing remarks," Reynald smiled gently.


    Noland and three others stood up and stepped onto the stadium. This was his chance to make sure everyone understood what was right, what they stood for!


    Turning his head, he watched the others make their remarks, waiting with bubbling excitement.


    "My name is Eliza Coldwell! Rank fifteen."


    From the far side representing the yellow team, a blonde-haired woman stepped forward. Her hair loosely hung down to her shoulders and she had very soft, delicate features. Her green eyes carried an innocent glow that contrasted sharply against her angular eyes and defined brows.


    Noland''s face twitched, ''That name...''


    Eliza continued, her voice ringing with conviction.


    "Our district stands for change! I believe we can build a better tomorrow! One where our citizens feel safe and grow, nurture innovation, and reclaim the outlands- allowing us to revive mass farming and cultivation, just like our ancestors once did!"


    Her heels sharply clicked as she stepped back into line, and the next stepped up.


    "My name is Richard! Rank eight."


    Representing the blue team, Ricard seemed just as equally innocent and na?ve as Eliza- on the surface. His features were unharmed, without blemishes or scars, no signs of past struggle. Soft brown hair and green eyes lent him a softer, gentler appearance.


    Snorting, Noland gave a wry smile. The number didn''t lie. There was strength behind that soft exterior.


    His face also held a certain determination, his expression tighter than the others with a hint of agitation.


    "Our district stands for knowledge and progress. Reading texts, scrolls, theories- histories of our path so that we don''t repeat the same mistakes."


    Noland caught the subtle twitch of Richard''s gaze toward the principal. A smirk tugged at the corner of Noland''s lips, despite trying to suppress it.


    ''Richard doesn''t like this new approach.''


    "We believe texts from the past," Richard regained his brief loss of composure. "serve us best. They will help us build a better future. We look forward to working alongside the East."


    Richard glanced back, exchanging a small friendly smile with Eliza before stepping back. Their eyes met again, Eliza returning the gesture with a soft smile of her own.


    Filling Noland''s vision, a red uniform filled his sight as the next cadet stepped forward.


    "I''m Blaze! Rank two!"


    "Keh..."


    "Tsk" Blaze''s confident, friendly gaze shifted sharply to hostility back toward Noland. The two stared each other down, sparks flying between them.


    Noland respected him, he could admit that much. But just like his name, Blaze, he was just too...annoying. Loud, short, frustrating. His wild red, messy hair starkly contrasted with the others. His square features were rougher than the more refined looks of the academy''s top ranks.


    But the scars? Those were real. Signs of combat set him apart from the dough boys and ladies beside him.


    "We," Blaze emphasized, spitting in Noland''s direction. "will be the ones to clear the outlands. Our power- our passion- will forge the path ahead!"


    "Heh."


    Blaze''s face twisted. "Gr... You-!"


    "Step back, cadet." Principal Reynald''s voice warned from the podium. "Next."


    Exhaling sharply, Blaze stepped back, fists clenched.


    "Asshole," Noland heard him mutter but it didn''t matter. It was his time to shine!


    Each of the previous introductions earned a thunderous round of applause. Now it was his turn!


    "My name is Noland! Rank one."


    His gaze slowly moved through the crowd. Looks of disgust, contempt, and very few of admiration despite being rank one. Even among the black-uniformed students, plenty appeared disgruntled.


    "Law and order. Our city is falling apart, it doesn''t need more na?ve idealists! Crimes will be punished accordingly," When his gaze swept the auditorium again, he smirked. "even amongst our finest. Letting one go allows corruption to flourish. We will not let that happen."


    Sharply stepping back, there was no applause. Noland couldn''t help but frown. Why weren''t they applauding? The law is what kept the city together. He exhaled, casting a pitying look out at them.


    An awkward silence lingered before the principal finally spoke.


    "Thank you for your... remarks. With that, everyone is dismissed. Fill your stomachs, find your dormitories. Tomorrow, your training begins."


    When Noland turned his head, he spotted the other three looking at him. Their eyes were filled with contempt. Richard and Eliza''s lips curled with disdain, while Blaze snarled.


    "Try your hardest, number two." Noland taunted Blaze with narrowed eyes. He could see his gears turning, teeth grinding.


    "Asshole," Blaze scowled. "Rank is temporary. You could lose it tomorrow."


    "Maybe," Noland shrugged. "But who''s going to do it, rank two?"


    "Aaaa!" Growling loudly, Blaze started to step forward with his fists beginning to glisten. Eliza and Richard quickly stepped up behind him before it could escalate, pulling him back.


    "It''s not worth it!" Eliza pleaded.


    "Let him go! Wait until tomorrow at least!" Richard growled, glaring accusingly at Noland.


    To the crowd, it was a spectacle. Noland didn''t particularly care anymore either, stepping off the podium into the unfriendly, rising crowd.


    His stomach was growling. What more could he want with these people?

 Chapter 1: Academy Entrance (3)

    Crunch


    In the bustling cafeteria, one of the students asked, "Do you think they''ll grow new variations?"


    "Doubt it. They say this has been the menu for several generations." Another responded, disgust embedded in his voice.


    Noland''s heavy tray clanked noisily as he set it on the grey metallic table. He grimaced too, but truthfully, it was better than what he received outside of the academy.


    Sectioned off into three portions on the tray sat a pile of ground meat, seasoned with nothing but salt. A handful of bland, a pill, overcooked vegetables, and a roach the size of a fist.


    Everyone''s reaction was pretty much the same. Their eyes were drawn to the roach. Some tensed, others refused to touch it, and a few were gagging- some vomiting outright.


    "Clean up your mess!" An unsympathetic voice would ring out from the line cooks.


    "They''re acting like it''s the grossest thing ever," A flat, emotionless voice stated.


    Noland''s gaze shifted upward, drawn to a raven-haired girl taking a seat across from him. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail- a practical style if one''s hair was too long- but she had tired eyes. There was no smile or energy in her expressions, despite being quite beautiful.


    Without hesitation, the first thing she reached for was the roach, biting its head off with pearly white teeth- a rare sight in this city. She munched on it as if it was an ordinary snack, green goo dribbling from her lips, which she quickly wiped away.


    ''At least she has manners...'' he thought sarcastically.


    "You''ve seen who represents the other three districts," Noland grunted, going for the ground meat first. It didn''t taste awful, but it wasn''t amazing either. Just bland. Glancing up, curiosity crept into his tone.


    "Why did you choose to sit here?"


    He didn''t feel the need to gesture around the cafeteria or anything. A fairly wide birth surrounded them. Eyes drifted toward them with disdain- or mainly this lady munching on the roach like a snack with disgust.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    It was almost funny to watch some of them fixated on this girl casually munching on the roach.


    "I like what you said." She said casually, taking another bite of its core section. Her emotionless eyes bore holes into him as she chewed, unfazed. "I''m Jade. Rank 87."


    "One of the few," Noland said dismissively, going for the vegetables next. "Why?"


    Jade''s gaze shifted to his tray, lingering on the untouched roach before back up to him. "Because of the way I was raised. Most people who enter this academy come from the mid or upper levels of the city."


    Noland paused mid-bite, returning her stare. He felt a little uneasy though, meeting those emotionless eyes. Something unsettling.


    "They don''t know suffering like we do."


    No response was given to her as he slowly resumed chewing his food. She lumped him in with her, and Noland didn''t know how to feel about that. He didn''t know her circumstances, but for now, he let it go.


    "Does anyone bother asking where this meat comes from?" A puzzling voice from a different table caught Noland''s attention. "It''s not like we have livestock."


    A soft, feminine voice responded with an unsettled tone. "Apparently, they grow it in vats... but the process is so toxic the outflow created the toxic fields surrounding and weaving through the slums."


    "Is it really safe to eat then?" Asked another voice, punctuated with a soft clink of his utensil. Another responded, "If it wasn''t, we''d all be dead."


    A sharp whistle cut through the noise from the entrance.


    Fenrik bellowed across the cafeteria in a commanding, sharp tone.


    "Do not forget to take your standard issue pill! The Undercity is toxic, and sickness is common and deadly! We will know if you refuse- because we will find you writhing in your bed, sick!"


    "Heh, you''ll get sick." Jade teased, smirking at Noland.


    He scowled as he started eating the roach. Crunchy exterior, soft and gooey on the inside- almost like a paste. It took a minute to finish, but he got through it, shivering at the end.


    Eating bugs wasn''t uncommon, but it wasn''t enjoyable either. He never got used to it.


    ''Will I have any taste left by the time I''m old?'' Noland wondered to himself before taking the pill and swallowing it in one go with some purified water.


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    The door to his dormitory room slowly creaked opened. Barren, and encased in cold metal with a single window letting in dim, fading light.


    The luxury of being ranked one. Though... perhaps it wasn''t a luxury. Maybe having a roommate would''ve been better.


    Sighing with exhaustion, Noland threw himself onto a stiff mattress with a wire frame groaning beneath. It had a few blankets folded at the end and a single pillow stacked on top.


    They would receive an initial sum of money to help start them off tomorrow. After that, a small allowance until they graduated.


    After that?


    It was purely performance based. How many criminals did you arrest? How many crimes have you stopped?


    Noland rubbed his eyes tiredly, staring out the window, watching as the light dimmed with every passing minute.


    "Training begins tomorrow, huh..."

 Chapter 2: Training

    //Training Grounds behind the Academy//


    "Do you have to stick right by me?"


    "Yes."


    Noland and Jade ran outside in the drizzling rain, dressed in shorts and a shirt with the rest of the class. It was miserable and cold.


    "Keep running if you don''t want to get hypothermia!" Fenrik bellowed out from underneath shelter, completely dry.


    Jade, for whatever reason, stuck uncomfortably close to Noland. He tried to speed up multiple to leave her behind but like something out of a horror movie, she would catch up with her emotionless gaze fixed on him like a predator.


    "Alright, fine. Could you at least tell me why?"


    "Train with the best to be the best."


    "Quoting instructor Fenrik?"


    Jade nodded, her expression unchanged.


    The two of them locked gazes for a brief moment before Noland sighed with frustration, shaking his head. He focused his attention to the tracks ahead, trying to block out her unsettling presence. Several weeks had passed since they began training. Sparring or independent missions were strictly prohibited during this initial phase.


    The day was monotonous but grueling. Split between a morning workout, which is what they were doing now, class, lunch, class, another workout, and then they were released.


    Simple days, perhaps more so than they could ever hope for in the future.


    It wasn''t hard either, at least to Noland. But he watched and listened as dozens of students had already dropped out. Every day weaknesses were displayed, and people dropped out.


    Some, who came from the middle and upper city, couldn''t handle the food. Others, while gifted in their magic, couldn''t handle the rigorous training or the scheduled lifestyle.


    Noland briefly glanced at Jade beside him running. Her eyes were still eerily fixated on him. There was no denying her progress.


    Her physical abilities had improved, Noland even heard she had risen a few ranks. When they first started this training, she was huffing and lagging behind. Now she kept pace with him.


    A sharp whistle blew, and Fenriks'' voice called out. "Stop! Get sorted out! Class in thirty minutes!"


    The students, panting heavily, slowed.


    One of the ladies was crying when they stopped. She had complained to Fenrik before training, though Noland couldn''t hear what about, and now ruined makeup streaked her face.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


    Noland shook his head, rolling his eyes as he slowed and focused on controlling his breathing.


    Panting beside him, Jade stated flatly, "Dumb cunt."


    His eyes widened slightly as he turned to her. Her expression was still the same, but she was smirking. Noland started chuckling though, shaking his head as his gaze shifted back toward the crying girl.


    "Yeah¡­ She''s pretty stupid."


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    //Lecture Hall//


    "Control!" Fenrik raised his voice, pacing slowly between the students sitting in the lecture hall. "Control is most important thing when handling your powers."


    Initially, their lectures were based on the fundamentals of the city''s layout and laws. It was then followed with what to do, what not to do. Who to arrest, and who not to arrest.


    Upper city residents had special leniencies- perhaps too many. Some students, unable to stomach these moral compromises, left the academy, citing their disdain for such inequalities as their reason.


    "As everyone knows," Fenrik lectured casually while his gaze darted between students. "every individual born in the Iron City is given Metallum Animatum. It''s what gives us our powers, and is what affects all of our daily lives. Some have it in greater capacity than others though."


    "For most, powers don''t manifest until their teenage years and for most, they have control of only one or two elements. Whether through basic schooling or self-teaching, residents learn basic control."


    Fenrik''s voice drew closer as he came up alongside Noland. "Lightning, fire, water, and earth are the most common elements. Pretty simple stuff- who doesn''t know this?"


    Noland glanced up at Fenrik''s looming figure next to him. His eyes were sharp and hunting for prey. Some students, oblivious to his intent, foolishly raised their hands.


    Fenrik smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Thank you for raising your hands! You''re all expelled."


    "Wait, why?!"


    "That isn''t fair! You have to give us a reason!"


    Students who''d raised their hands also erupted in protest, while those who sat exchanged confused glances.


    My reason?" Fenrik repeated, his tone condescending. "Is it that you didn''t read the texts assigned to you by class? Not only that, but this is common knowledge. Which means you''re extra special! But we can''t have that kind of special in our uniform."


    "Oh, but instructor, why didn''t you say this during the first week?" Fenrik quoted in a mocking, whiny tone as some students started to open their mouths, citing something that a student definitely said to him in the past.


    "I DID! We wait to see who''s slacking- or who''s retarded, like all of you. Now get out."


    One by one, each of the students made their way toward the exit. Pretty peaceful compared to some of the first expulsions that resulted in students getting the crap beaten out of them.


    Clearing his throat, Fenrik resumed with the same authority as before. "Where was I... Ah yes. Two elements at most is the usual case. Rare exceptions, like this moron here," he gestured at Noland with an open hand at his scarred face. "can have four or more."


    "More doesn''t mean better. You can be a jack of trades and shit at everything. That is not this moron''s case, however. Otherwise, we wouldn''t have given him his rank."


    Fenrik''s casual insults and taunts rained down on Noland who sat there twitching, his fists clenched as he restrained himself from any outburst. It was clear the instructor was trying to provoke a reaction, something to give him an excuse to discipline.


    With a smug smirk, Fenrik glanced down at Noland with an expression screaming, ''deal with it''. He resumed pacing through the classroom after a short pause.


    Noland sighed, anger simmering beneath his calm exterior. Turning his head, Jade was inches away. Her cold, emotionless expression staring directly at him. He nearly jumped out of his seat, his heart slamming into his ribcage.


    ''Fucking assholes all around!'' Noland glared, fuming silently as she smirked triumphantly.

 Chapter 2: Training (2)

    //Training Grounds - Shortly before release//


    It was the final month of training. Over sixty percent of the original students had flunked, and the classes had now moved into sparring.


    Noland and Blaze were squared off for their match, surrounded by weary but toughened faces of classmates. Students cheered for Blaze, rank second, while booing and even spitting at Noland.


    Instructor Fenrik''s whistle rang out sharply, signaling the start of the sparring session.


    The two closed the gap for close-quarters combat, fire engulfing Blaze''s arms and lightning crackling around his fists as he charged forward.


    During theory class, it was taught that Metallum Animatum adapted the host''s body to its powers. This synergy allowed the host to utilize abilities without self-harm, but it was still capable of harming others.


    Noland, focusing on the Metallum within him, conjured lightning to match Blaze''s but neglected the fire as he charged to meet him head-on.


    Blaze''s combat style was aggressive and highly lethal in close quarters, but it was a double-edged sword for their fight.


    Capable of switching between the four elements easily, and using two simultaneously, Noland slipped Blaze''s vicious right hook and side-stepped into his blind spot. A body image of water shimmered where Noland had stood, blinding Blaze temporarily as he crashed into it.


    Twisting like a boxer at the hips, Noland rotated and delivered a sharp overhead hook into Blaze''s turning cheek, sending him crashing sideways to the ground.


    Blaze''s body spasmed as the lightning damage was amplified by the water. His cries of pain echoed out as his limbs twisted in unpleasant ways.


    "Enough!"


    Disturbed gasps and shocked murmurs erupted from the crowd as the duel concluded within seconds.


    Noland had already closed the gap before the call was made, his foot raised above Blaze''s head ready to stomp. Groaning in pain, Blaze blinked repeatedly as his vision came back into focus.


    Disappointed sighs and mutters rippled through the students.


    "Damn... Looks like Noland''s still rank one."


    "I really wish someone could kick the prick''s ass just once."


    "Enough!" Fenrik''s voice commanded again, stepping forward. "Next, Jade verse Eliza."


    Fenrik didn''t spare Blaze a second glance as the boy gritted his teeth, shoving away Noland''s offered hand.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "Fuck off." Blaze spat, stumbling to his feet and walking back to his group. The group greeted him with pitying eyes, trying to comfort him but he angrily shoved them off.


    "Suit yourself," Noland shrugged, returning to his group.


    Outside of himself and Jade, only two other students with black uniforms remained. The rest had either flunked out or transferred to a different regiment.


    ''Weak-willed losers,'' Noland thought at the time. ''They''re leaving them behind because of colors. Or what? Not liking me? All of our duties are fundamentally the same...''


    "Go get her," Noland nodded to Jade as they crossed paths.


    She smiled and faintly hummed, "With pleasure."


    He smirked, knowing what disturbing look rested on her face without having to look as she strode past.


    "Jade, rank twenty-four. Eliza, rank fourteen."


    Fenrik glanced between them, whistle in hand. "Ready?"


    The two nodded in unison, and another sharp whistle pierced the air.


    Eliza''s eyes glowed a soft shade of green as a wall of dirt erupted from the ground. Sharp whistling cut through the air as jagged metal spikes shot through the air, embedding themselves in the wall.


    Grimacing, Noland knew Jade''s fighting style was dangerous and felt pity for Eliza. One slip up and she could be fatally wounded.


    Jade''s eyes were shimmering grey as these metal spikes, about a foot in length, materialized around her and shot forth. A longer, grey blade materialized in her hand as she charged forward to close the distance.


    Some shards flew past, which would''ve missed Eliza, but her eyes swirled and blended, blue and green rotating simultaneously in her irises. Water materialized around her, catching and redirecting the metal shards back toward Jade.


    Jade breathed heavily, her blade dancing in her hand as she blocked the returning shards and continued to close, an unsettling smile embedded on her face.


    Unfortunately, able to use only one magic and an unusual one at that, she was reaching her limits. Her blade blocked another returning shard, but it cut her arm and caused her to wince. This was when the dirt wall violently shot forth, disconnecting from the ground as it hurled toward her.


    Eliza, with a burst of green flowing from her hand into the soil, sent it flying and it collided with Jade. She was sent flying back multiple feet, crashing into the ground, and rolling multiple more.


    Jade coughed up blood but had already lost consciousness.


    Noland sighed with disappointment.


    Everyone else was cheering and taunting their regiment. Noland''s expression darkened as it rested on her unconscious figure when Fenrik''s uncaring voice shouted, "Take her to the infirmary. Next-"


    Fenrik continued to call out another duo as Noland stepped forward, picking her up princess-style.


    Eliza snarled in their direction. "None of you should be peacekeepers! You fight and act like animals!"


    Noland''s cold gaze returned to her, locking eyes before chuckling with mockery.


    "What!" Eliza snapped, her fists clenching. "Got something to say?!"


    Noland didn''t answer. His chuckle turned into laughter and he just kept laughing as he turned to leave. He heard her angry calls following him, demanding an answer or response of any king, but he didn''t oblige.


    Jade slowly regained consciousness in the infirmary after about an hour. She winced, groaning in pain as her head slowly turned and she blinked in surprise.


    "I didn''t expect to see you sitting there..." she said weakly, slowly sitting up.


    "Nor did I," Noland shrugged, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. For a second he thought he caught a glimpse of emotion- perhaps sadness? But it faded back into her usual emotionless stare which caused his wide-eyed blinking of disbelief to shift into a sigh.


    "I''m glad you''re okay."


    Another glimpse of emotion as her eyes widened before her expression tightened again.


    Noland smiled softly but didn''t say anything.


    ''It''s nice to finally see some emotion.''

 Chapter 3: First Impressions

    Everyone who graduated had their ranks replaced by an insignia representing their regiment. The symbols were simple and classic. A scroll for blue, the sun for yellow, a closed fist for red, and a judge''s gavel for black.


    Higher-performing students were assigned to patrolling squads, while less capable students were relegated to logistics. Naturally, the other three districts had a much larger pool of students to select from.


    Their districts were better maintained as well. When Eliza and Richard joined their patrol squads, residents genuinely smiled and greeted them warmly. Younger boys ran up to Blaze, eager to hear tales about the adversities of training.


    Uniforms were well maintained, their equipment polished. Logistics in these quadrants faced fewer problems, aside from the usual material shortages.


    Noland''s regiment, however, was the polar opposite. Poorly manned, barely maintained. The two remaining students outside of himself and Jade, were assigned to logistics. Accidents happened so they were in desperate need of logistics personnel.


    Residents looked upon them with disdain before they even reached their headquarters. The layout of the city didn''t help. The wealthiest were on the north side, the highest district of the city and where Richard was stationed.


    As the districts descended, wealth and poverty worsened. Opinions in Richard''s district, the north, mixed with elites, were skewed differently than the southernmost.


    A heavy smog hung around the headquarters as the recruits approached, the air thick with grease and decay. It seemed to symbolize the problems here. Outside, a skinny man in ragged clothing stumbled aimlessly, muttering to himself and twitching erratically.


    Jade and Noland exchanged glances and glanced back at the two recruits following nervously behind. They were twin brothers. Both had brown, dirty hair and anxious expressions, stiff as they took in the surroundings.


    "New recruits?"


    A deadpan voice snapped their attention forward. Two guards stood by the entrance, both with sunken eyes and slouched postures, staring with bored expressions.


    It was evening by the time they arrived. The morning and afternoon were taken up by ceremonies and accolades being bestowed before they set off. It took at least another hour before they arrived, and dusk was approaching fast.


    "Yes," Noland replied, showing his ID given by the academy. The others followed suit, and the guards barely reacted as they checked.


    "Don''t they look happy..." Jade muttered next to him after they stepped inside.


    The iron gates groaned as they shut behind them, the sound echoing ominously.


    It felt final. A declaration of the choices they''d made and the paths they now had to walk.


    -------------------


    The inside was more like a vehicle bay or an open warehouse than a proper headquarters. In front of them was scattered multiple workstations with gadgets, gears, sewing kits, and equipment carelessly strewn about.If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Off to the left, rows of rooms lined up the wall, with grated metal stairs leading to a second floor walkway of the same design.


    The noise was deafening as they glanced between each other uncertainly. There were at least sixty people chatting or laughing obnoxiously loud as they worked. Some were gearing up, adjusting their wrist guards. Others huddled over damaged equipment, discussing repairs.


    Gradually, silence had started to fall as people started taking notice of the newcomers. Conversations faded until only the heavy pounding of metal in the bay area echoed through the space.


    "Only four?" A mocking chuckle broke the silence.


    "Looks like the academy''s throwing us leftovers. Fucking assholes."


    A series of loud bangs drew everyone''s attention. A heavyset man stepped out from the nearest room, his fist resting on the metal frame he''d just pounded it.


    Further inside, Noland noticed a shadowy figure but he couldn''t make out any details.


    The heavyset man''s features weren''t unusual, except that his gray eyes and bald head. Deep creases marked his face, stress and age etched into his skin, though the scars he bore made the reasons clear.


    "Only four?" He raised an eyebrow, disdainfully looking between them. "Last year we received over a dozen. Why is the academy throwing us scraps?"


    Silence gripped them. Jade glanced at Noland, who stiffened but replied, "The academy''s training was tougher. They shortened the training period but raised the intensity."


    "Ah, right," the man grumbled, scratching his bare chin. "They did mention something about that..." before pulling a flask from his waist and taking a swig, scowling. "Shame. We need more bodies, not skilled brats."


    Noland frowned as the captain burped. He sighed with disappointment and a lack of enthusiasm toward Noland. "I''m Greg, your Captain."


    Raising a finger from the hand holding the flask, Greg pointed to the second floor, his finger landing on a metal door above the office he''d exited.


    "Dorm rooms for recruits. Closest is for male recruits; second is for females." His finger drifted to the far end, pointing to a nice wooden door with a polished brass handle. "As you rank up, you move up the line. That''s my room at the end. Don''t enter it for any reason, or I''ll break your fucking necks. Ask around- I''ve done it before. Are we clear?"


    "Yes, sir." They resounded. Greg sniffed, blinking multiple times as his weight shifted and his gaze swept across the bay. "Jack! Get over here!"


    A lithe man with slicked-back brown hair approached, wearing a black uniform but oddly enough lacking scars.


    "This is your squad''s sergeant," Greg said, gesturing with an open hand but his gaze remained fixed on the recruits. "Which of you are Noland and J- ah, never mind, I can see who."


    Greg sighed, shaking his head. The twins behind Jade and Noland were scared stiff, their eyes darting around nervously. Noland and Jade remained straight postured, but their heads moved more casually as they observed the Captain''s gestures and the bay''s activities.


    The atmosphere was tense. The recruits were being sized up, and smirks and quiet snorts echoed what many of the veterans thought. This batch wasn''t impressive.


    "Any words you lot want to say?" Greg asked dismissively, his expression praying they wouldn''t.


    Feeling like it was appropriate, Noland stepped forward. "No. I''m ready to start."


    Jade quickly glanced at Noland before quickly following up. "Likewise."


    The twins stayed silent, clearly overwhelmed. They clearly wanted a bit of time. The Captain''s gaze lingered on the twins before sighing, closing his eyes. "Well you have a bit of time. Get settled in and find your bunks. Jack will brief you from here."


    With that, the Captain turned and strode back to his office, leaving the bay in a tense silence.


    Jack, however, smiled- a sharp contrast to the hardened and more serious expressions of the others. He stepped forward, offering a handshake with a friendly tone.


    "Noland and Jade, huh!" He beamed as they shook hands, his green eyes shifting to the twins. Stepping between them, he extended a hand. "And you two must be logistics- ah, Axel and Grease, right?"


    "Yes."


    "Yeah."


    The two awkwardly responded and Jack chucked. "Right! Well, head upstairs and unpack your gear." His eyes flicked to the sacks strapped to their backs, each weighing at least fifty pounds.


    "Food will be ready in an hour. Through the double doors," Jack said, briefly gesturing toward two large metal doors.


    Noland''s stomach complained and grumbled loudly as he nodded and smiled.


    ''Bug food and soggy vegetables. Can''t complain!'' Noland''s thoughts chimed happily.

 Chapter 4: Chemical Sea

    //Warning: Graphic Content//


    "I don''t think you''ve told me about yourself growing up," Jade said, munching on a roach.


    "There isn''t much to say..." Noland shrugged, swallowing his own. "I would train, study, eat."


    Jade and Noland were on their first patrol. Four people. At the front was Jack and an icy, blonde-haired lady at the front. Apparently, her name was Alice.


    She refused to interact with them after when they met that morning, briefing them on their procedures and positions with no small talk.


    "But what about your father? Or mother?" Jade asked, tilting her head.


    Noland paused before answering. "I don''t know who my mother is. My dad wouldn''t talk about her either. And the most compassion he ever showed was asking how I felt after training my magic."


    "What about you?" Noland asked, his gaze shifting to her.


    Jade''s eyes scanned their surroundings. Smog-filled streets with acidic puddles dotting the ground. "I guess I''m the same. My dad was excited when he discovered my unique power. It changed though when he discovered how weak I was."


    "Huh...He never followed up? You''ve grown strong since we first met."


    "He did," she smiled faintly, but her eyes remained cold. "But his reaction... He didn''t care for me, only my strength. Hah, and filling out those stupid papers again."


    "Papers?" Noland frowned. The mention of paperwork triggered memories of his father. "How do you feel, do you feel different, did your sleep worsen or improve, any pain?" He quoted the lines, having read them hundreds of times.


    Her gaze slowly drifted to him, a faint twinkle of disdain in her eyes. "You too, huh?"


    Meanwhile, at the front, Jack and Alice slowed to a halt, staring back at them with wide eyes.


    "What kind of upbringing is that?" Jack asked, bewildered, exchanging a glance with Alice.


    "It sounds more like a hospital visit than a family," Alice mused, her cold stare bouncing between them. "But you should leave that behind before starting patrol."


    "Hey now," Jack sighed, raising his hand in an open, calming gesture.


    Alice scowled, "You''re the one who taught this! Somebody could die if we aren''t focused!"


    "Back there, sure. But here?" Jack asked wryly, gesturing ahead of them.


    Behind them, rusted, broken-down metallic shacks with loose hinges lined the path. But ahead?


    It was a sea of toxic, bubbling chemicals and waste. Pools of green, blue, and murky colors stretched out endlessly to the towering walls beyond. Jagged chunks of metal and exposed pipes jutted from the ground, dripping harsh chemicals into the pools below.


    Steam and vapors rose, but not all of it was heat.


    Leaning forward, Noland grimaced. He had only visited here once, but the chemical levels weren''t as high before. When he was younger, the outlets for these chemicals had a few feet of clearance. Now, there was less than a foot before the pipes would start backing up.


    You didn''t want to breathe the fumes in either, yet people lived here. Between this pasture of toxic waste, metallic houses scattered the sea with raised pathways connecting the structures.


    Copper pipes crisscrossed the sky, clotheslines stretched between roofs, and makeshift walkways linked the roofs of houses clustered closely together.


    Next to him, Jade sucked in a deep breath of the toxic air before sighing.


    "I still don''t understand why people choose to live here..."Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    "Or why it isn''t being drained," Noland added, still grimacing.


    "The academy didn''t teach you this?" Alice asked mockingly.


    Jade blinked, her emotionless expression returning. "They taught us there were fields and outlands beyond the city to be reclaimed. Why don''t we dump the waste outside the city instead of among the poor?"


    "Monsters. What is the reason we haven''t begun cultivating outside the city?" Jack asked patiently.


    "Monsters."


    "Exactly," Jack sighed, his gaze drifting out to the fields. "Outflows are entrances for those creatures."


    "Wouldn''t it harm them though? We burn just by touching it without gloves."


    Jack chuckled and gave a wry smile, his expression darkening. "They''re monsters. That''s all I can say."


    Crackle-Crackle


    "Demonic Dogs-! AAA!"


    A sharp electric noise crackled behind them, interrupting their conversation. Noland''s head snapped around just in time to see a figure flying toward them. Without hesitation, he dove into Jade, pushing her to the ground.


    Jade''s eyes went wide, locking with his momentarily before the figure flew overhead.


    "Cover!" Jack yelled as he and Alice backpedaled.


    A teenage boy, mid-air in a reckless flying dropkick, whizzed overhead. His defiant cry morphed into a terrified shriek as he plummeted into the sea of toxic chemicals.


    Noland tucked his head down and hunched his body over Jade, using his gloved hand to cover the back of his head. His jacket absorbed the incoming spray as he shielded her face.


    He felt the spray hit his back, and heard the sizzling, but thankfully the material held its own. Jade remained unscathed beneath him.


    Scrambling together on the ground, shifted and skirted their bodies in tight motions away from the source. They heard the violent shrieks of this young boy, desperate and guttural.


    When Noland felt they were far enough, he glanced back. He gritted his teeth in anger too though. They had a split-second to react, and he forgot to use magic in the heat of the moment.


    The boy''s flesh was burned and seared, deformed beyond recognition. His fingers stuck together, only to break apart in sprays of blood as he clawed for a way out, eyes clamped shut.


    While the boy still shrieked, though his convulsing was less violent, Noland stood and summoned a small fireball in his hand.


    Jack and Alice watched with darkened expressions, while Jade looked on with wide eyes. Horrified emotion flickered across her face- a rarity- and she stared as he hurled it at the kid. It struck the writhing boy just as he managed to crawl out of the toxic cesspool.


    And in the distance within the smog and broken-down buildings, desperate and muffled cries rang out, prompting them to turn their heads.


    One final, violent gurgle emitted before the boy laid still as an unidentifiable corpse, covered in gray and red scraps of clothing. Noland couldn''t tell if the red was cloth or blood.


    "Why did you do that..." Jade whispered, her voice soft and shaky before turning her head to vomit.


    ''For someone who looks emotionless most of the time, she sure isn''t.'' Noland thought. He responded in a hushed voice. "He tried to kill us."


    "Yes, but," she sputtered between coughs, "he got out, he could''ve-"


    "Lived very painful final days before he died," Jack interrupted, stepping forward with a colder gaze. "He did the right thing, even if it was brutal."


    Jack nodded at Noland, and the two shared a moment of silent understanding- a colder acceptance.


    To the side, Alice was helping Jade rise to her feet. "Careful. Don''t let it get on your skin," Alice said gently, wiping some of the chemicals away with her glove.


    Noland tilted his head, ''Her attitude has changed. I guess I misunderstood her personality.''


    "This was my fault," Jack sighed, his voice heavy with guilt. "You were right, Alice. I taught it for good reason."


    "This boy was probably a vigilante. I doubt they''re using kids yet," Alice said softly, her tone comforting as she tried to console Jade.


    Pointing at the body and the red cloth, Jack''s voice became colder. "Those are Revenant colors."


    "There are two other rebel groups, but they use shades of gray and black. Revenants are the only ones that use red."


    "Why are they rebelling?" Noland asked, his gaze fixated on the corpse. He couldn''t place the feeling stirring within- it wasn''t pity or sorrow, but it lingered.


    Jack stepped up next to him, though his wary gaze cast back toward the streets. "They believe we''re animals, and that the city is evil... I guess these kids don''t want a round two."


    Blinking, Noland realized what he meant and turned his head, but there was no one in sight.


    "The shock of losing their friend must''ve scared them off," Alice said grimly.


    Jade didn''t respond, her face reverting to its usual cold, detached expression. Alice looked at her with concern, leaning closer to whisper.


    "Burying it won''t help..."


    "I don''t know what you''re talking about," Jade muttered, shrugging Alice''s grip off before stepping beside Noland.


    Giving one final glance of concern, Alice sighed before returning to Jack''s side.


    "If no one''s injured, let''s keep moving." Jack''s gaze swept over the group. "Stay alert. You''ve just witnessed what happens when you fuck up."


    His gaze lingered on Noland before pointing directly at him, his tone unforgiving. "Don''t freeze up again."


    "I didn''t freeze-"


    "Did you forget you have magic?" Jack cut him off, his sharp words silencing Noland''s protest. "This isn''t the academy. Use it, and don''t worry about the consequences. Life is too short here to care about every passing asshole or lawyer that wants to take a swipe at us as we do our duty."


    He paused, his voice lowering but no less cold.


    "The officials above don''t give a shit, and there are plenty of these bastards. Keep people close, keep them safe. Regardless of the consequences."


    Jack let the words sink in, his intense gaze passing between them.


    Jade and Noland exchanged a glance. They both froze as Jack''s cold voice cut through the momentary silence like a blade.


    "Kill him before he reaches you next time."

 Chapter 4: Chemical Sea (2)

    "Inspection!"


    "Inspection!"


    "Inspection!"


    The day wore on as their squad patrolled through the chemical sea. Jack would stop the patrol every few houses for a random inspection, and every time it would deliver a rush of adrenaline.


    Sometimes, the door would open slowly, and other times there would be a frantic scramble behind it. Oddly enough, Noland felt safer when he heard a scramble compared to the eerie stillness of dead silence.


    Twice, when met with silence, the door crept open slowly, and he watched as Jack''s hand started to crackle lightning behind his back. There were no back doors or windows to peer through considering most of these houses were surrounded by dangerous chemicals.


    During a lull in their patrol, Noland asked why they were conducting these inspections.


    "Most people living here get by by producing specialized chemicals or substances for the city." Jack explained. "Food flavorings, acids, gels... Explosives for mining and serums to enhance the Metallum Animatum''s effects are produced in the upper city."


    "''Usually''" Noland piqued, and Jack nodded.


    "Serums produced up there are crystal white. The ones found down here, though, are gray and cause harmful side effects. They''re more potent but dangerous. Explosives should be obvious. Down here, they produce liquid explosives- yellow, and much more volatile."


    "So we''re dealing with desperate people and assholes making dangerous chemicals and variants," Noland mused out loud.


    Chuckling, Jack looked back at him and said, "More or less. What else can they do?"


    Silence fell between them as they veered down another raised path toward a cluster of buildings. Noland thought he saw movement behind one of the windows and muttered, "We''re being watched."


    Jack nodded and motioned to Alice, who took up a guard position along the path with Jade. There were no visible exits to other pathways leaving the cluster of buildings, but someone needed to stand watch for runners.


    "Inspection!" Jack shouted, banging on the door.


    Noland stood ready behind him.


    Suddenly, the door slammed open, startling both of them. Jack''s hand flared up with lightning, ready to strike, but both men froze in place.


    A busty, messy red-haired lady stood there, glaring at them with a fire in her eyes. She wore a cropped tank top and baggy pants. Spitting on the ground, she fixated her hostile gaze on Jack.


    "You were here last week," she said bluntly, her hostility open.


    Behind her, Noland couldn''t see anything but could hear the sounds of frantic scrambling. A frown started to form. Usually, the mayhem stopped once someone answered the door.


    Jack tilted his head, flashing a friendly smile that didn''t quite match his eyes. "If it wasn''t for the unusual reports, we wouldn''t have to come here."


    "What, the smoke?" she scoffed, leaning out to glance upward. "All houses here smoke. Maybe you haven''t looked around, but we''re in the Chem Sea. What else is there beyond smoke and toxic shit?"


    Noises still resounded behind her with panic-muffled conversations. One? Two? No- more.


    Noland''s expression tightened further. She was obviously stalling. Why wasn''t Jack doing anything? This lady, while undeniably beautiful, noticed his growing frustration and snarled.


    "Keep your new dog in check. He looks like he''s about to break loose-"


    An intense, focused blast of air erupted from Noland and hit her square in the stomach. Her face contorted in pain, spittle flying out as she was sent hurling backwards into the house.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    "Noland!" Jack shouted, startled and furious. Shaking his head, he quickly composed himself, lightning surging up his arms.


    "We''ll talk later! Fucking move in!"


    Scowling, Noland followed him in, still fuming.


    ''I''m right! He was trying to give them time!'' he thought furiously, teeth clenched.


    Tubes and vials were scattered across the interior, the clutter giving the room a chaotic feeling. Barrels of different boiling concoctions gave otherwise dark home light. The acrid smell of burning chemicals was thick in the air.


    Two kids were frozen in place, their backs pressed against the workbench behind them, gripping its edges with trembling hands.


    "On the fucking ground!" Noland barked at them. The kids, wide-eyed and scared beyond belief, dropped like rocks.


    A sharp exhale of disdain came from Jack before stepping further into the house. As he did this, Noland stood next to the lady sprawled out against a damaged, caved-in cabinet.


    She was young- perhaps too young to have had kids yet. Then again, in the slums, nothing should surprise him. Her breathing was labored, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, but her defiant glare remained unbroken and fixed on him.


    "You''re fucking despicable. Do you take joy in this?" she rasped, each word a struggle against the pain.


    Noland scoffed. "I take joy in catching scurrying rats trying to hide evidence."


    "Evidence? What evidence? You don''t know shit."


    "I know when people are trying to hide shit." Noland snapped, his gaze shifting to the kids. "And it sure as hell didn''t sound like just two little kids."


    The lady stiffened unconsciously, her body and a brief flicker of her eyes for a fraction of a second betrayed her. But the flicker in her eyes didn''t escape Noland.


    Smirking, he stepped away from her as his gaze wandered the equipment and walls.


    Jack passed him, his expression dark. He was no longer channeling the lightning and instead gripped Noland''s arm tightly.


    "There is nothing here," he said in a low, menacing tone as their eyes met.


    The tension rose between them, neither backing down. Jack snarled, leaning in closer. "Stand down. That''s an order."


    "Keh!"


    Noland''s gaze shifted away with Jack''s fierce gaze remaining fixed on him until he turned to walk out. His head turned to look at the red-haired lady. She was smirking?


    Fury boiled up inside Noland as she let out a low, mocking chuckle too but he was forced out the door by a rough shove from Jack.


    "We''ll be back another day," Jack''s voice resounded behind him before he heard the door slam shut.


    "What the fuck was that?" Jack bellowed after they stepped away from the cluster of houses. Alice and Jade both looked concerned, having witnessed the sudden violence from the path.


    "You fucking know they''re hiding some shady shit in there!" Noland replied sharply, his teeth clenched as he pointed toward the building. "She''s fucking smirking and laughing as we left!"


    "She was laughing at your retarded behavior!" Jack said, poking him in the chest. Noland''s anger was still bubbling, the poke almost acting as the spark to ignite it. He roughly brushed his hand away, "That still doesn''t explain you covering for them!"


    "That doesn''t explain-?!" Jack''s eyes widened as if listening to someone stupid. "How many prison cells do we have?"


    Noland blinked, shaking his head and growing frustrated. "What does that have to do with this?"


    "How many?!" Jack repeated, stepping closer to him.


    "Ten."


    "Exactly, ten." Jack spat, gesturing widely to the apocalyptic scene around them. "Look around! How many ''criminals'' here do you think there are here?"


    "You were just explaining how they produce dangerous explosives and chemicals! Why does that matter if it puts everyone else in danger?!"


    Jack stared at him in disbelief, shaking his head. "Do you really believe, in this enclosed city, this isn''t widespread?"


    "What are you talking about?" Noland asked, his voice lowering in confusion.


    "We just catch the stupid ones, Noland! If they can''t hide their shit properly from a simple inspection, then we throw them in prison. It''s the dumb ones we have to worry about, not the smart ones!"


    Noland''s mouth hung open after hearing this. Was he hearing this right? There was no way.


    ''How does that make ANY logical sense?!'' he thought in disbelief.


    "The smart ones sell their product without getting caught, and handle it carefully. The stupid ones, the ones who might drop it or spread it randomly- those are the ones we catch."


    "But...why allow it at all?" Jade''s voice echoed from the side, drawing their attention. "Why not use the prison space in the other districts?"


    Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Come on, both of you aren''t from the upper middle or elite sections! You should know this!"


    Jade and Noland stiffened a little. Deep down, they did know. Crime was rampant and it was so common, that they glossed over it as just normal life. Now that they were part of the guard- the ''peacekeepers''- it was more highlighted since they were on the lookout for it.


    "I won''t report this incident to the Captain, this time," Jack exhaled sharply while saying this, his tone still dangerously low. "But this will not happen again. Understood?"


    "..."


    "Understood?!" he barked.


    "Yes, sir!" Both of them finally responded in unison before a tense silence fell back over the patrol.


    "Let''s keep moving," Jack said with a darkened expression. "We''re almost done for the day."


    With that, they started to move again. Noland gave one final glance back toward the cluster of housing, blinking again as he saw the four sets of childish eyes glaring out at them.


    ''Where then, do we draw the fucking line?''

 Chapter 5: Jades Journey

    Every day, Jade woke up inside a gray, enclosed facility wedged between the mid and lower levels of the city. Each morning, her father would visit, standing at the edge of her bed and asking how she felt.


    Before she had even become a teenager, this routine had been accompanied by a large, two-inch needle meant to draw blood. She would cry and scream, begging him to stop, telling him she was scared. But over time, the fear faded. Now, it was just part of the morning procedure.


    "It''s for your own good, darling," he would say gently before inserting the needle. "If you''re sick, I need to know so that I can take care of you."


    It was the one warmth she ever felt from her father. He would watch her while she trained, and so she would train as hard as she could to make him proud. But no matter how many hour she spent perfecting her techniques or sparring with other malnourished kids, he never looked up from his clipboard with amazement or even satisfaction.


    On weekdays, she would escort her father to a larger facility, where she would sit in a dim waiting room for hours on end. Along the way, they passed street fights, thefts, and drugged-out bodies sprawled across the sidewalks. Her father never slowed down, never acknowledged the chaos around them.


    On weekends they would walk the middle-level street markets, and her father would hand her two iron coins to spend. The city''s currency was simple. Ten iron to a copper, ten copper to a silver. Receiving it, despite being so meager, felt like she received a fortune.


    Perhaps it was because of her bland upbringing- eating nothing but unsalted piles of ground meat and uncooked vegetables with a chemical taste- but she developed a taste for foods others deemed disgusting.


    Fried roaches, cooked eels, soggy vegetables.


    They had flavor and were a delight compared to the tasteless meat piles she was accustomed to. She especially loved the interior of roaches, soft and bursting with juices, though she could do without the crunchy shell.


    The pill with every meal was still a routine while growing up, regardless of what she ate.


    Outside of this mundane slice of life, however, nothing else was glamorous.


    When she chose to save up for a doll, a street urchin grabbed it and ran. Her father didn''t lift a finger. Instead he scolded her for not keeping a firmer grip on what she loved.


    A boy screamed while being beaten mercilessly with an iron rod, but father didn''t acknowledge it. A woman screamed in a nearby alley, her voice desperate and hoarse, but he didn''t turn his head.


    He only ever had one comment during those moments.


    "You are special. There are thousands of these useless bottom feeders."


    Year by year, Jade began to unconsciously agree with her father''s words. The people around them¡ªthe beggars, thieves, and desperate souls filling the streets¡ªseemed like the "bottom feeders" he described.


    That was, until she turned sixteen and her powers finally manifested.


    She was practicing alone when she felt it- a surge of energy building rapidly within her chest. It grew stronger and stronger until it finally exploded outward. A massive metal shard, twice her body size, materialized midair and shot forward, embedding itself into the iron wall with a resounding crash.


    "You did it, Jade!" her father cried out, tears streaming down his face as he ran toward her. He wrapped her in a tight hug, the warmth of his embrace catching her off guard. "I always knew you were special! I''m so proud of you!"


    Jade''s body trembled, her muscles aching as though pricked by a thousand tiny needles, but the pain didn''t matter. Her sobs escaped in gasps of relief and joy as she clung to him. After years of craving this moment, she finally had his approval.


    That night, for the first time, they shared dinner together- a proper meal. The meat was seasoned perfectly, the vegetables tender and flavorful, and even the dessert was sweet enough to leave her speechless. For once, she truly felt like she was his daughter.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    But the warmth didn''t last.


    The following morning, she tried to summon the giant metal shard again, but only small, dagger-like shards materialized. She froze, dread washing over her as her gaze shifted to her father. His frown deepened as he marked something on his clipboard without saying a word.


    Desperation consumed her. She pushed herself harder, meditated longer, and spent countless hours trying to recreate that moment. But despite all her efforts, she only made marginal improvements.


    Weeks turned into months, and with each failure, her father''s disappointment grew sharper. His comments became crueler. "This isn''t the one," he muttered often, his tone laced with disappointment. "Such a waste."


    By the time she turned eighteen, any semblance of affection was gone. His disapproval was etched into every look he gave her. On the day she left for the academy, he didn''t hug her. He didn''t wish her luck, or tell her goodbye.


    He just watched her walk out the door as though she were a burden finally being lifted.


    And Jade didn''t cry. Not that day, nor ever since.


    When she arrived at the academy, despite the more vibrant colors of copper and polished insignias- everything still felt gray.


    Girls would wave to her, their smiles warm and friendly, but she couldn''t bring herself to reciprocate. There was only a hollow void inside her. With each brief interaction, the girls'' enthusiasm faded. They began glancing at each other awkwardly, their smiles shrinking until they muttered an excuse and walked away.


    When she approached Instructor Fenrik to sign into the assembly, she asked him what advice he had for getting stronger.


    "Train with the best to be the best," Fenrik''s gruff voice responded. "Stay away from losers who don''t train and stay focused."


    She took his advice to heart. As she sat in her seat for assembly, her cold and emotionless presence made people exchange uncomfortable glances before turning to talk to anyone else but her.


    That didn''t bother Jade. She wanted to be left alone.


    The assembly itself was boring, and the only thing that stood out was Noland from her own division. The way people hated him, the scorn and disdain they aimed at him, his disconnect from their emotions- something about it resonated with her in that moment.


    And she wasn''t wrong either. He had a strong sense of rigid, cold sense of justice. He was unforgiving toward those he deemed weak and against those like she had also seen growing up. His relentless pursuit of justice alienated nearly everyone around him.


    Sometimes, even Jade felt a little off-put by him.


    But he was the best. He trained. He trained diligently and studied without sparing anyone a glance. She often found herself entranced by this dedication- and by the scar on his head, which, oddly, didn''t look bad on him.


    She knew, however, that she freaked him out just like she did the other students. She just couldn''t pin down why.


    When she woke up from her lost sparring session, seeing him was the last thing she expected too due to him constantly keeping a distance.


    "I''m glad you''re okay," Noland said, and his words ripped through her chest like a knife. Images of her father flashed through her mind, and her fists clenched under the hospital covers, forcibly burying the feelings within.


    But it was worse when he left.


    "You''ve really gotten stronger," Noland said in a hushed voice, his back facing her. "Be proud of yourself."


    When the door closed behind him, Jade broke down, tears spilling as she buried her face in her arms.


    Jade found herself unconsciously sticking closer to him after that, and he seemed a little less uncomfortable with her presence too. She felt traces of happiness resurface as they neared the end of their time at the Academy.


    When they graduated, she cared very little for the ceremony itself and Noland closely. Barely acknowledging the two others behind them, all that mattered in that moment was sticking close to him.


    Jack and Alice left a decent impression on her. She felt that they were competent at the very least. Her expectations of fieldwork, however, were completely shattered as she watched a boy writhing and screaming in pain, dying in the Chemical Sea.


    Nor did she expect Jack and Noland to be so cold, or Alice so strangely compassionate. She couldn''t show weakness though, so she pushed Alice away.


    Jade needed to stay strong, to stick with the best.


    Once again though, her views of the Iron Veil guard and Noland began to shift.


    Noland, hellbent on justice, acted exactly as she predicted whenever he sensed crime or injustice. Whenever they approached a house for inspection, he approached it like a predator hunting prey- direct, aggressive, and unwavering.


    During one of the last cluster inspections of the day, however, he became especially agitated. She saw the small heads of children peeking out of the window after they''d left and something twisted inside her.


    Her inner conflict deepened with the conflict between Jack and Noland, shattering her view of the Iron Veil.


    The Iron Veil wasn''t protecting everyone. They weren''t ensuring peace. They were just managing the chaos.


    Back at the headquarters, Jade sat on her bunk while preparing for bed, her face grim. Doubts swirled around inside her like a storm. Her father chose this path for her, but is this what she really wanted?


    Her spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.


    "I understand what you''re feeling. Don''t worry, you''ll get used to it." Alice''s said gently.


    Jade didn''t respond. She ignored her and laid down, staring at the wall.


    Too many thoughts and feelings were racing through her mind for her to untangle. Having a conversation about it was the last thing she wanted to do right now.


    Instead, she closed her eyes, hoping the swirling doubts would vanish with sleep.