Your magic cracked a city ward. Now the academy in the sky has to sort you.
You were never Registered, never trained, never meant to be noticed — until your magic split a city ward
like glass. Now, instead of a damper cuff, you've got a uniform, a probation letter, and a bed at Aetherwell
Academy, floating three thousand feet above the city you grew up in.
Four rival houses share the tower, and the crystal Prism that has sorted every mage for three centuries has just
refused to sort you. Earn your place, survive the house rivalries, and find out why your magic looks like nobody
else's.
