CHAPTER 88: NOVA

Lucian took a breath and blinked once.

And the world stopped moving.

Literally.

The flickering lights froze in place. Dust in the air hovered mid-fall. Even the hum of the dampener systems halted like someone had cut the audio from the scene.

Everything paused.

Except them.

Class Zero stood still, but breathing. A subtle glow shimmered around each of them—faint, like the edge of a dream, but enough to show they weren’t caught in it.

Reia looked around. "Time..."

"Stopped," Silas finished, stunned. "You stopped it?"

Lucian didn’t answer. He just turned and walked toward the door.

It opened like nothing was wrong. The hallway outside was frozen too—faculty mid-step, students halted mid-conversation. No sound. No movement.

Reia followed, then Silas. Evelyn hesitated, then stepped through.

Only Vyn stayed behind for a second longer.

She walked up to Garos—her father.

He stood completely still. Caught in the frozen moment. A faint line of tension on his face.

She looked at him, quiet.

Then, slowly, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

"I’m sorry," she whispered.

Then turned and followed the others.

Outside, it was chaos in still-life.

Dozens of armed guards in academy colors were surrounding the building, frozen mid-formation. Magic circles glowed faintly beneath their feet—traps and barriers halfway finished. Mechs stood at the far ends of the courtyard, weapons primed but motionless.

Silas whistled. "He really wasn’t playing."

"Nope," Lucian muttered.

Reia looked around. "How long can you keep this up?"

Lucian glanced at her. "Long enough."

Then he raised a hand.

A pulse of energy flickered out from his palm—silent, bright, precise. Reality itself seemed to bend for a moment... then twist.

And above them, the sky cracked open like glass breaking.

A shape descended.

Massive. Silent. Smooth as obsidian and silver.

It didn’t roar or thunder. It didn’t shake the ground. It just appeared—folded in like it had always been there, hiding between seconds.

The ship floated like a god’s thought. Shimmering, alive.

A voice echoed gently in their minds—warm, feminine, and curious.

"Summoning complete. Welcome back, Master Lucian."

Silas’ mouth dropped open. "What the hell is that?"

Lucian smiled just a bit.

"ITEM: INFINITY-CLASS MOTHERSHIP — NOVA SANCTUM."

He said it like he was reading off a menu.

"Living vessel. Stealth Drive. Reality Anchor. Warp Gate Engine. You know. The usual."

Reia stared up at it, eyes wide. "You’re joking."

Evelyn just blinked. "That’s a ship?"

"It’s more than a ship," Lucian replied.

The vessel hovered lower. A small ramp extended downward—clean silver metal glowing with faint blue glyphs. The air shimmered around it like the ship was... breathing.

"Come on."

He walked up the ramp. The others followed, wide-eyed.

The moment they stepped in—it hit them.

The inside of the Nova Sanctum wasn’t just big. It was vast. Endless.

A cathedral-sized entrance hall greeted them, lined with polished blackstone floors and walls that shimmered with stars. Actual stars—tiny galaxies shifting gently behind transparent panels. Everything felt alive.

The ceiling stretched forever, yet didn’t feel oppressive. It felt open. Deep. Like looking up into space.

"Holy..." Silas muttered. "This is insane."

Reia touched the wall beside her. It responded—rippling gently beneath her fingers, almost like it sighed.

"This thing’s alive?" she asked.

Lucian nodded. "It’s bound to me. A living vessel made from folded spacetime and infused with sentient code."

Evelyn was spinning slowly in place, staring at everything. "This is like walking through a dream."

Vyn stepped forward. "Feels like home."

They moved deeper.

Hallways extended endlessly, branching in every direction. Some led to rooms that looked like entire training facilities. Others pulsed with strange light—dimensional labs, meditation chambers, even one room that seemed to house a floating lake surrounded by glowing lotus petals.

Silas poked his head through one door and stepped back, eyes wide. "Okay. That room is... just a void. Like, actual void. You drop something in there, and it doesn’t come back."

Lucian smirked. "That’s the memory archive. Don’t fall in."

Reia shook her head, still stunned. "How does this even exist?"

"Same way we survived that gate," Lucian said. "Some rules don’t apply to us anymore."

The ship adjusted with every step they took. Lights shifted to match their pace. The air stayed fresh, never stale. Screens lit up when looked at. Rooms opened without needing keys.

Eventually, they reached the central command chamber.

A massive circular space, with a platform at the center. Floating monitors showed views of the academy, frozen below. The console pulsed gently beneath Lucian’s hand.

He placed a palm on it.

"NOVA," he said calmly. "Leave the academy grounds."

"Confirmed."

There was no rumble. No vibration. Just a gentle shift in gravity—like an elevator moving through nothing.

The ship pulled away from the sky above the academy. A field shimmered around it—Stealth Drive active. They passed through clouds like ghosts.

Silas leaned over the console. "So, uh... where are we going?"

Lucian looked out the front view, where stars were starting to appear in the upper atmosphere.

"I don’t know yet," he said. "Somewhere the system can’t reach us. Somewhere we can train. Figure out what happened in that gate."

Reia crossed her arms. "And if they come after us?"

Lucian’s eyes narrowed.

"Let them."

The ship moved faster.

Inside, rooms continued opening themselves. There were infinite halls—each one designed by thought. A gravity chamber. A combat arena. A relaxation pod with waterfalls that didn’t touch the floor. A bedroom that adjusted to whatever dream you had the night before.

The Nova Sanctum had no limits.

Evelyn sat down on a couch in one of the main lounges. "So, uh... are we fugitives now?"

"Technically," Lucian said, leaning against the wall.

Vyn curled into one of the chairs, eyes half-lidded. "Better than being prisoners."

Silas opened the fridge in the kitchen sector and whistled. "Okay. This thing restocks on its own?"

"Auto-repair. Auto-replenish. AI-controlled," Lucian said. "It even knows our favorite meals."

A tray of hot food slid out from the wall.

Silas blinked. "Okay that’s scary but I like it."

Reia stood at one of the windows, looking down at the shrinking academy far below.

"Do you think he’ll come after us?" she asked quietly.

Lucian walked up beside her.

"He might," he said. "But I’m done waiting on people who say they’re protecting us while locking us in."

He looked over at the others—Silas laughing with food in his mouth, Evelyn sitting on a rotating couch with her legs tucked up, Vyn curled up like a cat, Reia quietly watching the stars.

This was Class Zero.

And now, they were off the grid.

Lucian exhaled softly.

"Welcome home," he said.

The Nova Sanctum flew into the clouds.

And the world... kept spinning behind them.