Magnus Bloodstone turned eighteen on the day of the eclipse, unaware that the world he knew would shatter before his very eyes.
He had never been meant for the throne, never the one to bear the weight of rulership upon his shoulders. That duty had fallen to his eldest brother, a warrior of unshakable resolve.
His other brothers, too, were formidable, commanders, strategists, and battle-hardened veterans who carried the Bloodstone name with pride.
Magnus, by contrast, had always been the weakest in terms of physical strength.
But his frailty had never been a burden, because his brothers had shielded him from the harshest parts of their reality.
They had carried the expectations of the royal family, while Magnus buried himself in books, magic, and healing. He had thought himself safe. But the academy had other plans.
A mission was issued, a purging. One of the most dangerous tasks assigned to the academy's finest warriors.
