The Arcanum Valeris Academy stands majestically on a high plateau, where magic is not only mastered, but measured by the cost it demands. Five renowned houses govern its halls, each led by a House Head whose authority is felt long before they speak.

They gathered in the academy gazebo, overlooking the grounds below.

New students always bring chaos,” Kael Dravion said, a flame idling between his fingers.

“But this one is different,” Eryndor Vaelis replied calmly. “One name keeps surfacing.” “Hisperia Noctuer,” Magnus Alderic said.

Lioren Sylphae smiled faintly. “Raviel’s sister. Clever—and distracting.”

Raviel finally turned from the window. “Watch your words.” “If beauty distracts them, they’re unworthy,” Kael muttered.

“Intelligence tends to distract more,” Eryndor added lightly. And that,” Lioren said lightly, eyes gleaming, “is precisely why everyone’s watching her.”

Raviel’s gaze sharpened, calm but warning. “Then watch—from a distance.”