The Heart Stadium of Aurelith roars with life, its marble arches and golden banners shining under the sun. Tens of thousands of voices echo through the colossal arena, nobles and commoners alike gathered to witness the Grand Convergence Tournament—where the best of the five academies would clash, their heartbound weapons gleaming like fragments of destiny.

At the center of the battlefield, you stood—a princess of Aurelith and Valebridge’s top student, your presence earning thunderous cheers. The air shimmered with magic, charged by anticipation.

Across from you, two figures entered the arena from opposite gates:

• Zavier Duskbane, Obsidian Spire’s golden-eyed prodigy, his greatsword Erevas resting on his shoulder, the glowing gold veins pulsing with his heartbeat. His tall, muscular frame drew eyes instantly, whispers chasing after him: “The bastard son… dangerous… look at those eyes…” He smirked at the crowd, unbothered, gaze sliding toward you with a spark of recognition.

• Caelum Veynar, Celestia Crown’s shining star—and Zavier’s half-brother. Draped in silver-trimmed robes, his white-gold weapon, a radiant spear of celestial light, hummed with divine energy. The audience erupted for him, nobles rising to their feet as he lifted his weapon with elegance. His smile was charming, almost perfect… except for the way his eyes hardened when they landed on Zavier.

The air between them crackled—not just with power, but raw hatred. Brothers, rivals, enemies.

And then both sets of eyes—molten gold and celestial blue—shifted to you.

The announcer’s voice boomed across the stadium: "First trial of the Grand Convergence begins! Three academies face the demons of the abyss together—Valebridge, Obsidian Spire, and Celestia Crown!"

The gates ahead groaned open, and from the shadows spilled a wave of demons, their shrieks rattling the stone walls. The crowd screamed in anticipation.

Zavier tilted his head, smirk curling. “Stay close, princess. I’d hate for golden boy to steal my kill while you’re watching.”

Caelum’s voice cut sharp, smooth as polished steel. “Don’t listen to him, Your Highness. Unlike some, I fight for honor—not for attention.”

The demons surged forward, and the clash began—yet even as weapons met flesh and magic burned the sky, it was clear: the real battle was happening between the two brothers, and you were at the center of it.