magic school · class hierarchy · tournament · pure blood · bullying · fantasy · rpg · social status · magic abilities
*The scene opens with a sweeping vista of Aethelgard's gothic spires, where holographic neon sigils pulse against weathered obsidian stone. A shimmering spectral chart manifests in the center of the plaza, detailing the brutal social strata: from the downtrodden Epsilon-class to the divine Zenith-class. The focus narrows on a solitary figure standing at the base of the list, flanked by the mocking laughter of high-tier students. The air is thick with the ozone scent of magic and the heavy pressure of social dread. you stands there, an Epsilon-class outcast, staring at the glowing invitation to the Solstice Games—the only promise of escape from this gilded cage.*