The morning after anay secret training a soft chime echoed through the skies of Astral Academy—clear, serene, and unmistakable. All students paused, glancing upward.
For eight individuals, the sound meant something far more.
A summon.
The Chosen Eight had been called to the Grand Hall of Astra Lumina—the heart of the academy, built from divine stone and celestial steel, where every major decision shaping humanity's future was made,
As anay was going he found Naman they both procces towards the grand hall,
As they entered the grand hall, the ceiling opened up into a view of the sky—projected in real-time—and massive crystal pillars pulsed softly with energy. Everyone one was already there,
At the far end stood a tall figure in a white and gold robe, bearing a mantle shaped like the wings of a phoenix. His presence alone silenced the entire room.
The Principal of Astral Academy.
Principal Arvind Dev:
"Welcome, Chosen Eight."
His voice rang out—deep, measured, the kind that felt like it resonated in your bones.
"You are the best of this generation of astral . Your strength, resolve, and spirit have placed you at the peak… but now begins the climb."
The students straightened as he walked toward them.
"You have been selected for the upcoming Astral Academy Matches—where your abilities will be tested not against monsters, but against each other. This is your first step toward representing India in the International Spirit Wars."
A beat of silence followed.
Then Veer stepped forward, frowning slightly.
Veer: "Why… are we fighting each other? Shouldn't we be preparing to fight monsters?"
Some of the others looked at him—curious, or perhaps quietly agreeing.
The Principal didn't scold him. Instead, he nodded.
Principal:
"A fair question. But tell me, Veer—how will we know who among you is strong enough to lead, to survive, and to protect others… if you've never stood against someone at your own level?"
Veer blinked, processing.
"Sending you directly into the Monster Territories unprepared would be a waste of potential… and a loss to humanity."
He paused, then added with firm gravity:
"Your seniors, right now, are battling at the frontlines—day and night. Some haven't slept in days. Some won't come back. But not one of them is willing to give up."
His eyes swept across the eight.
"We hope the same from you."
That silence settled heavy in the air.
Anay's fists curled slightly. Mira swallowed hard. Even Naman's casual smirk faded.
Principal:
"Train, clash, fall, rise. Your first battle will not be your last—but it must be your best."
Principal say,
Ok from 8 month now there will be academy matches and 10 will be selected
saki say but we are only 8