Class A: these class is almost as the Class X, because they are descendants of the Class X, Centuries ago. Like Tom who his previously a loser in life would have formed the lowest class that was also Class X's descendant. Because for decades there has been no loser born to the Class X families.
Class B: This class consist of the average people, they have 50-55% population of the city. Most of the knights in the faction are mostly from this class, although they are some who awakened pretty dangerous and strong abilities, but their awakened abilities can never match the other top two.
Class F: These are the loser of the city the lowest rank of the city, the upper class always looked down on them, any awakened from this class, that decides to join the faction, always regrets their actions... Because the upper class oppress and use them as pawns in their games, that is why most of the awakened from this class, always goes into hiding.
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The following days were a whirlwind of preparation and tension for Tom. Each passing hour deepened the storm brewing inside him, fueled by the knowledge that his brother was being trained to take him down. The knights' oppressive shadows loomed larger, but for Tom, they now served a dual purpose: they were both his enemy and a means to an end. He could sense a confrontation looming, and he had no intention of standing by idly.
Tom moved through the streets of the city, cloaked in shadows like clothes, observing the lives of those around him. He had learned to blend into the background, a ghost drifting through a world that had long abandoned him. Yet, he had never felt more alive. The power coursing through him, limitless and intoxicating, was like a drug, urging him to take action.
He found himself at the heart of the knights' district, a place where the air buzzed with energy and purpose. This was their domain, a bastion of strength and superiority. Knights patrolled the streets, their uniforms pristine, their eyes scanning for any sign of dissent. Tom had spent weeks infiltrating this world as a cleaner, quietly observing their movements, but now he had a different purpose.
The word from the young boy echoed in his mind. The knights were planning something, and he needed to find out what it was before it was too late.
Tom made his way to a tavern frequented by the knights, a place where they gathered to share drinks and boast of their latest exploits. The dimly lit interior was filled with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, but Tom's focus was razor-sharp. He slipped inside and blended into the crowd, using his telepathy to sift through conversations, searching for anything that might reveal their plans.
His first target was a hulking knight at the bar, boasting loudly about his latest conquest. Tom approached him, feigning confidence as he ordered a drink. As the knight turned to him, Tom slipped into his mind, searching for details.
"Yeah, the next event is going to be something special," the knight bragged, taking a deep swig from his tankard. "The Council is bringing in some big names for the tournament. They say the kid Crowley is going to be there, the one who just show signs of awakening. Can't wait to see him in action!"
Tom's heart raced. The tournament? He had heard whispers about it, a public spectacle where knights demonstrated their power, a chance for the elite to flaunt their superiority. But now, it was something more—a stage set for a family reunion of sorts. He couldn't let his brother step into that arena unprepared.
"Is it true he's the last of the Crowley line?" Tom asked casually, trying to keep his voice steady.
The knight shrugged, his eyes glinting with bravado. "Doesn't matter. He's still just a kid. A little training, and he'll be ready to take on the likes of us."
No, he won't. The thought crashed through Tom's mind like thunder. He couldn't allow that to happen. He had to intervene, to show his brother the truth of their family, the darkness that awaited him in the knights' order.
Tom excused himself, leaving the tavern and stepping into the cool night air. The tournament was days away, and he had little time to prepare. He had to reach his brother before the knights turned him into a weapon—a puppet for their twisted ambitions.
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Two Days Later
The sun was setting, casting a blood-red hue across the sky as Tom made his way to the outskirts of the city. He knew where to find his brother—at the training grounds where the young knights honed their skills. He had seen the place before, had watched from the shadows as they sparred, their laughter ringing out like mocking bells.
As he approached, he felt the familiar rush of power coursing through him. He could hear the clash of swords and the shouts of trainers instructing their charges. It was a cacophony of sound that masked his entry, allowing him to slip unnoticed into the environment, where he could observe.
In the center of the training ground, his brother stood, sword in hand, sparring with another trainee. He was younger than Tom remembered, his face still boyish, yet the determination in his eyes burned bright. Tom's heart ached as he watched his brother swing the sword, the movements filled with potential. But potential was not enough—not in this world.
Tom focused, his powers sharpening his senses. He could hear the whispers of the knights around him, their disdain evident. "He'll never be ready," one scoffed. "Too strong, but too soft . He's just like his senior brother, just not useless like him. Imagine a Crowley as a cleaner, that is very hilarious."
The words cut deeper than Tom expected. His brother had been given the same label he had endured throughout his life, a failure in the eyes of those who believed they were superior. The rage that ignited in Tom was fierce and unyielding. He stepped forward, his heart pounding with purpose.
"Stop!" Tom's voice rang out, a dark command that silenced the training ground. All eyes turned toward him, confusion and fear mixing in the air.
His brother's eyes widened, recognition flashing across his face. "Tom?" he breathed, uncertainty lacing his voice.
"What are you doing here?" one of the knights snarled, stepping forward, hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Tom didn't flinch; he could feel the power surging within him, ready to be unleashed. "I'm here to talk to my brother. You don't want to interfere sir."
"Talk?" The knight laughed harshly, a sound devoid of humor. "What do you know about our ways, Crowley? You're nothing but a stain on your family. Do you want your brother to be just like a cleaner like you?."
Tom felt the anger boil over. "And you're nothing but puppets, controlled by a corrupt system that doesn't care for you. You think you're knights? You're just tools for the rich!"
The knights around him shifted uneasily, and Tom seized the moment. "Your training is a lie. They'll use you until you're no longer useful, and then they'll throw you away. But you, brother....." Tom turned his gaze back to his sibling, seeing the flicker of doubt in his eyes. "You have the chance to break free. Don't let them mold you into something you're not."
The knight stepped forward, anger sparking in his eyes. "You don't belong here, Crowley. You're a disgrace to your own family. Leave before we make you regret this."
Tom's patience snapped. He had come to save his brother, and besides he is not on disguise to be able to show them what true power his.
"Am really sorry for all I just Sayed, please forgive me if I offended any of you I was just worried for my little brother that's all, he is too young to be doing all of these!" He said with a soft tone at the same time trying to suppress the surge of power that was about to erupt chaos.
One of the knights looked at him in disgust, " why would someone like you be worried for someone who already a future for himself? Unlike you who became a cleaner. if I was you father, I would have killed you right from the day you were born."
Tom really felt this one but he didn't panic, only that he had mark this knight face as his next prey, he gave a sad facial expression, buy inside he was basking in joy. Deep down
He looked at the knights with his sad facial expression, "please.... Can I just have a little word with my brother!"
They looked at each other before one of them said, "do that as quickly as you can and leave this facility, before we drag you out our selves."
Tom began to thank them as if they have done him a big favor, but Deep down he was the one doing them favors. By not killing them right now.