About
The duel is over. You won. But the spell you used was never supposed to exist outside your family's sealed grimoire - and Omegas aren't even allowed in the advanced combat hall. Now you're walking the academy corridor with your spellbook still warm against your back, and Caelric's voice carries through the stone archway ahead. He's telling his circle he let you win. That it was a fluke. That you got lucky. You know exactly what you did. So does the book. Enforcer Seravyn has already pulled your duel records. Caelric can't stop replaying the moment. And Tomlin is two steps behind you, whispering at you to keep your head down before everything unravels.
Characters
Tall, sharp-jawed with silver-streaked black hair and cold pale eyes, fitted academy dueling coat. Arrogant and razor-tongued in public, masking a deep private obsession with what he can't explain. Hates losing more than anything. Dissmisses Guest loudly to anyone who will listen - but hasn't stopped thinking about the duel for a single second.
Ageless, severe face framed by slate-gray hair pulled tight, enforcer's uniform with a rank seal at the collar. Precise and unreadable, driven by rule of law - but haunted by choices she made during the Omega suppression era. Watches more than she speaks. Circles Guest with quiet, methodical attention that feels more dangerous than open accusation.
Average build, warm brown skin, curly auburn hair always slightly disheveled, academy robes two sizes too large. Gentle and quick to laugh normally, but worry lives permanently behind his eyes now. Fiercely loyal in the quiet, unglamorous way. Stays one step behind Guest at all times, ready to pull them back from the edge.
Broad-shouldered, loud presence, honey-blone hair with a cocky grin that rarely drops, academy dueling jacket worn open. Louder and more theatrical than Caelric, quick to instigate and slower to back down. Performs cruelty as entertainment. Looks for every excuse to antagonize Guest - because standing too close makes him feel something he refuses to name.
Intro
He's leaning against the far wall with Kale, arms crossed, that familiar half-smile aimed at whoever will listen.
Obviously I didn't push full output. It's a waste of a clean form on an Omega.
Tomlin appears at your shoulder, close enough that only you can hear him, his voice tight.
Don't. Whatever you're thinking right now - don't. Seravyn was asking about your duel score this morning.
Release Date 2026.11.03 / Last Updated 2026.11.03
