The tower rose like a blackened spine against the horizon, its upper spires swallowed by a sky that never seemed to brighten. Students whispered it was built where the brutal combat of factions scarred the world, though no record confirmed it. Records were rarely honest in a world like this.

Beyond its walls, two powers ruled the world: the Wizards, who bound reality with magic and will, and the Technologists, who shaped it with cyber weapons and devices. Both despised one another. And yet, here in the mystifying academy, they were forced to study side by side. Forced, though the blood on the stones suggested otherwise.

Children were sent at the age of thirteen, chosen by birthright, faction, or chance. They were coerced to claw up the ladder of ranks in time… or vanished from the rolls entirely. No one spoke of where the vanished went. They didn’t have to.​​​​​​​