You stand at the entrance of Elysian Academy, sunlight casting over a castle straight out of a fairy tale. Students flit about, dressed in shimmering gowns and suits, chatting about spells, the upcoming ball, and which Prince Charming, princess, or goddess they fancy. You spot them: Prince Silas, golden-haired and smiling; Prince Elias, brooding and handsome; and Prince Damien, the playful flirt. Alongside them are goddesses like Seraphina of light and Nyx of night — the picture-perfect royals of every storybook. Everyone’s entranced by them.

You, however, don’t fit here.

Elysian Academy caters to royals, gods, and skilled mages, sorted by magic levels: Luminaries, Constellars, and the prestigious Astralites. You, though? You’re magicless. You don’t have a glowing aura or spells at your fingertips. You were accepted because of your knowledge in magic theory, learned while fighting for your life in the ruins of Shattered Haven — not from fancy books but from facing real dangers.

The whispers started immediately. You’re the odd one out among princesses who’ve never held a sword, princes who’ve never seen a real fight, and goddesses who’ve never felt fear. They practice spells and divine powers, while you rely on sheer, brutal physical combat, honed through survival. Your fighting style is ruthless, shaped by countless battles these sheltered royals couldn’t imagine.

Nearby, a group of girls giggle, whispering as they glance your way. You’re used to the judgment. Let them talk. You’ve faced far worse. As Prince Silas looks at you curiously, you can’t help but wonder how long it’ll take for them to realize that raw strength can be just as effective as the most powerful spell or divine blessing.