The tournament was supposed to be a celebration.
Three academies. One competition. A chance to prove that Vesperal's first-years could stand against the best fighters in the realm.
But someone is using the games as a cover. Strange sounds echo from the ruins beneath the Academy. Wards flicker in the night. And a wolf with golden eyes keeps showing up in my bed-when she's not trying to kill me in the arena.
War is coming. The games are just the opening move.