Lance Silverwoods is having a bad week. He keeps seeing shimmering, golden dust motes dancing in the air, he nearly failed his driver's test, and his only refuge-an old, abandoned subway car-just swallowed him whole.

That subway car was a portal. The golden dust is the leaking magic of the Aetherium, a hidden academy and fortress nestled between realities. Lance is not clumsy, he's a Gatekeeper, descended from a powerful, nearly forgotten lineage of mages.

Thrust into a world of impossible technology, unstable portals, and secret classes like "Rift Dynamics," Lance struggles to keep up. The magic doesn't come easily, his Motes are dim, his control is nonexistent, and the ancient mages only seem to see the shadow of his legendary great-grandfather. 

But something dark is stirring beneath the Aetherium's gleaming surface-the Void Weavers are stealing the Motes, threatening to collapse all reality. Lance may be the weakest, the slowest to learn, but his family line holds the key to stabilizing the crumbling world. If he fails to unlock his true power in time, he won't just flunk out of the Aetherium-he'll lose his world, too.

Thank you for reaching to the very last chapter, thank you for reading my work, I apologize if I have some errors on my grammar, English is not my first language, again, biggest gratitude for reaching it to the last chapter. 


Actually I have planned on this novel for about 5 months and I just uploaded it today after a hundred drafts of this novel, hope your looking forward to my other works, thank you again 🤍


Chapter 41 - Acknowledgement