Before there was Starfall, there was Starblood. Long before the Academy became a legend whispered through generations, it was nothing more than an impossible dream built upon cursed earth. Founded in an age of endless bloodshed, Thornwick Starblood was created to unite the Twenty-Five Magical Orders... witches, wolves, vampires, heroes, villains, and powers long forgotten. Within its black stone walls, sworn enemies were commanded to study beneath the same roof, proving that peace could be stronger than prophecy. But peace has always demanded a price. Among the seven sons born to one of the oldest bloodlines in history, fate chose not one... but two. Twin brothers. One was destined to become the Academy's brightest hope. The other, its greatest nightmare. One was loved by the moon. The other answered to the night. As rival kingdoms sharpen their swords and the ancient war between wolves and vampires threatens to consume the continent, the twins find themselves standing on opposite sides of history. Every lesson within Thornwick is meant to bring unity, yet every heartbeat pushes them further apart. Their rivalry becomes more than family... it becomes a legend. Hero and villain. Savior and warrior. Two names that future generations will remember differently depending on who survives to tell the tale. Within halls still scented with fresh mortar and candle smoke, friendships bloom beside betrayal. Forbidden romances take root where hatred was meant to flourish. Oaths are broken beneath stained-glass ceilings, while the forest surrounding the Academy swallows secrets that should never have been buried. They say Thornwick Starfall was built upon sacrifice. They never tell you whose blood laid its first stone. This is the forgotten beginning. The year when the Academy was still called Thornwick Starblood. The year peace was born... ...and the first villain was written into history.

After the events of last year, the gates of Thornwick opened once more. Iron hinges creaked. Banners rose high. The courtyards filled with uneasy laughter and quiet excitement as carriages rolled in and boats arrived along the jagged black cliffs below. New students crossed the threshold...hopeful, anxious...unaware of the secrets woven deep into the academy's ancient stone. Thornwick lived again, as it always had. And Asher Graves returned. Second year. But he was no longer just another student. He came back as the one chosen by the roots... the one claimed by the ancient chair... the one marked as Villain. The title clung to him, whispering through corridors, never fully fading. Why him? Why was he chosen? What was he becoming? Too many answers were missing. Too many shadows where truth should be. And beneath it all, something older...far older than Thornwick...was beginning to stir. Yet one question haunted him most: Why did his eyes keep returning to the Witch's Tower? Again and again. More than they should. More than was safe. The academy's law remained etched in obsidian: Opposing Orders must remain apart. No contact...unless destiny allows it. And Thornwick knew well...destiny was never kind. But this year, something has changed. The sea below the cliffs no longer rests. At night, it hums...a deep, sorrowful sound, like something ancient dragging chains across the ocean floor. Professors speak in hushed voices. Entire wings are sealed away. And among the new arrivals, one student did not come to study. They came with purpose. A purpose tied not to the stars above... but to the depths below. To the voice rising from the deep. And when the truth begins to surface...about Asher's blood, about the Witch, about the fragile balance they are meant to hold... It will become clear: Last year was only the beginning. Because villains are never made quietly. They are summoned. And now, the deep is answering.