Creation Of All Things-Chapter 28: Westward Academy

After hours on the road, the convoy finally slowed as they approached their destination—Westward Academy.

At first glance, it looked like any other elite private school: towering gothic-style buildings, pristine courtyards, and a massive wrought-iron gate with the academy's crest embedded in the center. It had a reputation as one of the most prestigious schools in the country, where only the best of the best were admitted.

As the cars rolled to a stop at the entrance, Alfred and Aria's jaws practically hit the floor.

"Wait… this is the school?" Alfred blurted out, pressing against the car window.

Aria was equally stunned. "Westward Academy?! No wonder they never take just anyone… I always thought it was some impossible academic standard, but—"

"It's ability," Adam finished for her, now understanding the true reason behind the school's exclusivity.

The gates slowly swung open, and as the convoy pulled inside, the trio took in the sheer scale of the place. The campus stretched far beyond what they could see, with towering structures and training grounds subtly integrated into the landscape. This wasn't just a school—it was a fortress.

The moment the cars stopped, a group of faculty members was already waiting for them. At the center stood Dean Elias Wren, an older man with sharp eyes, neatly combed silver hair, and a posture that radiated authority. He was flanked by several teachers, all standing with respectful anticipation.

When Tatia stepped out of her car, the air around them seemed to shift. Even without her powers on display, her presence alone was overwhelming. To them, she wasn't just the President—she was one of the most powerful superhumans on the planet.

Dean Wren was the first to step forward. "Madam President," he greeted with a polite bow of his head. "It's an honor to welcome you to Westward Academy."

Tatia gave a small nod. "I appreciate the welcome, Dean Wren. I trust everything is running smoothly here?"

"As always," he responded with a composed smile before his gaze flickered to the trio behind her. His eyes lingered on Adam for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle curiosity passing through them. "And I assume these are the new students?"

Tatia smirked slightly. "That's right. These two—" she gestured at Aria and Alfred, "will be enrolling. As for him," she tilted her head toward Adam, "he's just here for now."

Dean Wren's gaze didn't waver. He already knew there was more to the story, but he didn't press. Instead, he turned to the twins.

"Well then, welcome to Westward Academy." His voice was calm, but there was a weight to his words. "You should know—this is not a place where names or status will protect you. Only your ability will determine your standing here."

Alfred, for once, was silent. Aria swallowed hard but nodded.

The source of this c𝓸ntent is frёeweɓηovel.coɱ.

Adam simply crossed his arms, watching everything unfold. He had a feeling this place was going to be a whole different world.

"I don't think you understand who these kids are."

A smooth, teasing voice rang out from the car.

Gloria stepped out, arms crossed, a wicked grin on her face as she eyed Dean Wren. "They're the grandchildren of the president. Children of the strongest couple this world has ever known."

The moment she said it, the air shifted.

The faculty members stiffened. A few teachers exchanged nervous glances. Some of the students watching from a distance inhaled sharply, whispers breaking out among them.

Dean Wren, on the other hand, visibly tensed.

Gloria's grin widened. "So I think your little rule about 'status not mattering' might not apply to them." She tilted her head mockingly. "Oh, and by the way, my mom just met them today, so guess what? They're her favorites now. Saying that in front of her?" She let out a low chuckle. "Not the smartest move."

A bead of sweat formed on the dean's forehead as he processed what she had just revealed.

At first, he had assumed they were some newly awakened kids—orphans, maybe—picked up by the president on one of her humanitarian missions. A fresh batch of talent for Westward Academy, nothing more.

But now…

He took another look at them.

Aria's sharp eyes. Alfred's strong jawline. Adam's quiet yet overwhelming presence.

And then it hit him.

The resemblance.

His breath caught in his throat as his gaze darted to Tatia.

She was watching him with an unreadable expression. Calm. Unbothered. But he knew that look.

It meant one thing.

Try anything funny with my grandkids, and you won't just lose your job. You'll lose your life.

Dean Wren quickly swallowed hard and lowered his head in a deep bow. "I apologize for my earlier words. I meant no disrespect."

Tatia didn't even acknowledge the apology. She simply waved her hand dismissively. "Enough of this. Let's continue this discussion in your office. The school still needs to function properly, doesn't it?"

And she was right.

Ever since she arrived, the entire academy had been on edge. Students had stopped training. Teachers were too cautious in their movements. The presence of one of the strongest superhumans on the planet had turned the entire school into a battlefield of silence and tension.

Dean Wren straightened himself, his expression now composed. "Of course. This way, Madam President."

And with that, they proceeded forward, leaving behind a stunned and speechless crowd.

As the group walked toward the main building, the tension lingered in the air like an unspoken storm.

And then—the whispers began.

"They're her grandkids?"

"No way… I thought they were just some new recruits."

"That guy—Adam, right? He looks exactly like his father."

"Not just him. The girl too. And the other one? That has to be Alfred. The twins…"

"Their parents are monsters… and now they're here?"

A few students shivered at the realization.

One of the older students, a third-year with sharp eyes, scoffed. "Tch. Just because they're related to them doesn't mean they're strong."

Another student—one who had a better understanding of reality—laughed dryly. "That's a nice thought. But let's be real. With parents like that and a grandmother like her? They're definitely monsters too."

A few teachers, standing near the entrance, exchanged hushed conversations.

"Do you think they inherited their parents' abilities?"

"Obviously. But how strong are they?"

"I'd rather not find out firsthand."

"What do you think the other factions will do now that they're here?"

"Who knows? But one thing's for sure—this school just became the center of attention."

Some students were watching from the upper floors of the building, their gazes filled with a mixture of curiosity, fear, and— for some—excitement.

"We finally have some real legends in the academy."

"Legends? They haven't done anything yet."

"They don't have to. Their very existence is already enough."

Somewhere in the crowd, a smirk formed on one student's face.

"Well, well… this year just got interesting."