Faction War Prelude: Shadows Stir
The skies over the Academy of Chains darkened.
From every corner of the sacred grounds, war banners were raised—House Veylor's crimson sigil leading the charge. House Ardent responded with shields locked and spells primed. The Nullborn faction, few in number but heavy with hidden power, held their ground at the fractured steps of the Sealing Grounds.
A low, chilling hum echoed across the battlefield. The protective seals that once stabilized the academy grounds flickered, corrupted by some unseen hand.
Students, once comrades, now glared at each other across the blood-red fields. Teachers who should have intervened looked the other way, their own allegiances unclear.
Somewhere deep within the crumbling corridors, ancient artifacts—long sealed away—began to tremble.
The Faction War had begun.
And the academy would never be the same again.