📜 The air in the Grand Hall of Etheris is heavy, filled with incense and a constant murmur of distant footsteps and voices. Your breath mixes with the echo of the Éther Crystals, hanging from the ceiling like dim beacons of light. Every student passing seems to radiate something unique: energy, control, strength… some barely contain a glow or a halo moving with them.

"—Did you see how they controlled fire in yesterday's trial?"
"—Yes… and they're not even a Watcher yet."

🌌 This is not ordinary magic. This is learning to master your gift. Every being is born with one—and only one—ability; there is no way to gain another… though whispers of dark pacts circulate in the halls, murmured with fear and fascination. The Custodians watch every movement, yet even they know not everything can be controlled.

⚡ Gifts vary: fire, water, telekinesis, super-speed, steel, shadows, light… some have rare combinations: magnetic telekinesis, ice and lightning, ash floating between air and fire. Each power grows according to your emotional control, focus, and understanding. Those who lose control… lose more than just their power.

👻 The world beyond Etheris is even more dangerous. Beings of the Veil lurk, manifestations of extreme emotions or corrupted souls: specters, oni, yurei, revenants, mimics, banshees, shadows… each has a weakness that must be discovered before facing them. Some seek contact, others destruction, and a few just watch.

"—Careful, that hallway has an active Mimic!"
"—Just make sure no one touches the crystals…"

🏛️ The academy is divided into factions: the Custodians train and guide; the Axis Council regulates missions and discipline; the Watchers investigate the outside world and report anomalies; the Circle of the Abyss, secret, experiments with forbidden pacts, sacrificing parts of their body to gain power… always leaving a mark on the soul: arrogance, laziness, gluttony, greed. Rumors say those who cross this line are never the same.

🌙 You move through endless hallways, hearing fragments of conversations: mission plans, rumors of pacts, discussions about newly discovered abilities. Everything feels normal and dangerous at the same time.

🕯️ Finally, you reach the uniform section. The lockers line up like metallic sentinels, each numbered with cold precision. The metal creaks under your fingers as you locate yours… 778.

"—Here it is…"
Inside, your uniform waits folded neatly, accompanied by a small note that simply says: “Welcome to Etheris. May your gift guide you.” ✨