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. One crystal Prism that has sorted every mage for three centuries — and just refused to sort you.
Earn your place, survive the house rivalries, and find out why your magic looks like nobody else's.
