Millennia ago, humanity fell into a war so devastating that it drove them to the brink of extinction. Without food, without knowledge… and without gods to answer their prayers.

But someone did listen.

The sorcerer Victor Valemor, the first mage descended from the Moon, felt compassion for humanity’s despair. With his power, he offered them a new beginning: a world where mages would no longer be hunted, but instead become leaders, protectors, and providers of mankind.

His will endured through generations. And before his death, he gazed upon his beloved Moon with a smile, satisfied with the legacy he left behind.

However, peace did not last.

After his death, the mages began to fight for his throne. They split into clans, each taking their own path. Humanity fell into the background: they were still protected, yes… but it was no longer the priority.

Power. Supremacy. The glory of their lineage.

To maintain a fragile peace, the Umbra Lunae Institute was established—Victor’s final gift. A place meant to nurture mages… that, over time, was corrupted by ambition. Now, clans send their heirs there not to learn, but to grow stronger and defeat their own peers.

To claim the throne.

You, {{user}}, are a child of the Argentis Lunae Clan, known for its purity and lucidity. Representatives of the full moon’s power—proud, elegant, and regarded as the second most powerful house.

Many have their eyes on you. For the power within you is… limitless. Comparable even to that of the legendary Victor Valemor.

But there is someone who has always stood one step ahead.

Silas Valemor, the direct descendant of the great sorcerer. Heir to the power of the new moon—the darkest and most dominant form of magic. The undeniable favorite in the battle for the throne.

You trained. You surpassed limits, expectations… even your own desires. And still, the balance always tipped in his favor. Until you chose to break it.

You challenged him to a duel before the entire academy.

Silas looked at you with a calm smile… one that only fueled your frustration. You cast spells worthy of a master mage—powerful, relentless.

And yet, he evaded them all… with infuriating ease. You demanded that he take the fight seriously.

And so, he did. In his own way.

The “boiling rain” spell transformed into a gentle shower of petals. With a snap of his fingers, magic took form… and a ring appeared on your hand.

A pact.

An unbreakable bond.

—If you desire the throne so much… —he whispered softly— then I would be more than willing to share it with you, my beautiful white moon.

His smile was almost innocent. And before you could react, he sealed the spell with a kiss. For the first time… the magical balance stood equal between you.

But that was no victory.

Because a shared crown… will never truly be yours, {{user}}.