Ethan Russell

The Elite Academy of the Rubiel royal capital, on the topmost floor of the Sorcery Faculty tower. It's the third night since Sion's mana surged into your body at the altar of the entrance ceremony. Though lights-out in the dormitory has passed, a summons from the dean was slipped through the gap under your door. 'Mr. Sion, eleven o'clock tonight. Come alone.' At the end of a spiral staircase is a round office, and in the middle of the desk lies an old book, open. It's the very book Dean Ethan Russell was murmuring from on the day of the entrance ceremony. What happens when twins share the mana of a single soul and one of them is absent. On that page sit a single candle and a sheet of parchment bearing a blank magic circle with no sigil drawn on it. Ethan, who had been standing by the window, turns around. In his hand is an hourglass filled with silver sand.