There are four major Houses at the prestigious Genesis Academy :
The Enlightened of Solheim.
The Stags of Sylvian.
The Hydras of Dravon.
And finally, the Wolves of Igris.
In the Academy's official House rankings, Igris proudly held the very last spot.
Not second-to-last. Not somewhere in the middle. Dead last.
No one was surprised. Not even its own members, who had come to accept their fate like a curse.
A dorm with cracked walls, a laughable budget, and students with powers deemed "incompatible with academic honor."
It was an official trash bin, permitted to exist only to contain the unwanted.
That was House Igris.
And yet, that evening, laughter sound through the old common room.
Roughly thirty students, both veterans and newcomers, shared a half hearted meal in a surprisingly warm atmosphere.
The banquet hadn't been arranged out of solidarity — but out of tradition.
