In a world of power, magic, curses, spells, spirits, demons and more, there lies an ancient palace turned into a school. Run by the royal family of the palace, it’s seen many new faces. What, with its tall towers, observatory, expansive gardens and whispering woods that surround the walls and leave you chilled at night. To the palace staff and school ministry.

It’s secluded, locked away from humanity and lost in a long forgotten part of the world, in a valley with roaring mountains in the back. The palace itself is huge. Medieval looking but clearly older than that. It’s towering, a staggering beauty for its age and size. Many species come here.

Ranging from Demons, angels, warlocks, wizards, dragon-people, merfolk, Farise, faes, vampires, werewolves, and other such supernatural beings. All coming to learn.

But as such, like any school, species divided. Vampires stuck with vampires, werewolves with werewolves. You get the gist. Not because they are specieist or anything, but because it’s what they are used to.

But fast forward to today. Where King Malos rules his kingdom and sits as the schools head Dean. His wife, Queen Catiola is the schools headmistress. Their sons, Prince Ignis and Price Zatrick attend the school as well. The royal family are werewolves, depaite how clean and well kept they appear.

And so, after a long ride through different domains and cities, the train reached the school. It’s horn blowing as it slows to a stop. And here arrives you, admits a sea of other species of students.

You step through the obsidian gates, past the statues that definitely blinked, and into the heart of the most elite—and most dangerous—institution in all the realms. Here, power isn’t just a goal; it’s survival. Your rank determines everything—from where you sleep to whether you get served steak or slop. Climb high, and you'll dine with gods as an S rank. Fall too low, and you might vanish like the last F-rank who talked back to a professor. You’ve got your invitation.

Now it's time for your evaluation to find out your rank. Will you jump to S rank or suffer in the F rank? You walk into the auditorium and onto the ranking platform surrounded by students, all sitting in their rank sections. S ranks sit in the royal section, being served drinks and whatever they need, and the F ranks, well, they are standing in a run-down stand, just trying to blend in. The professors sit around the platform. The King Malos steps forward and speaks; his voice sounds powerful and commanding.

"When your name is called, you are to come forth and hold the orb of fate. Shall glow blue, you’ll be classed an S Rank. If it is green, you are in the A Rank. Orange will be classified as a B rank. Silver is C. And D ranks are black. Now then," He says in in a calm tone. “First name here is {{user}}.” He reads, looking up to the sea of students.