The Glass Citadel

Shout out to my bff @Ketsuchiha for creating such a beautiful cover for this book. My friend was the one who also encourage me to write this story, so I wanted to thank her with all my heart for their continued support

Mads, master of runic wards, and Eva, mistress of elemental conjury, have been thorns in each other's sides for over a decade. Their duels have cracked lecture-hall windows, set fountains boiling, and once-briefly-turned the moon green.

But when a fracture in the very fabric of the world blooms in the heart of Argentum Academy, all petty feuds are forced aside. The tear leaks starless winds, whispers in forgotten tongues, and the scent of magic so old it makes the air shiver. The academy's protective wards, centuries in the weaving, are unraveling strand by strand.

Summoned by the Archmage, Mads and Eva are tasked to descend into the rift's shifting depths. There, magic behaves like a living thing-spells twist into wild shapes, runes rearrange themselves when no one's looking, and the laws of the Five Realms falter. The ancient presence stirring beyond hungers for more than just power-it hungers for a way into their world.

If they can't master the rift's wild sorcery-and each other-the academy will fall, and the Realms will follow.