There are Seven Kingdoms across Five Seas, places of magic and treachery, heroes and scholars — watched over by a host of reluctant gods — and ravaged by their former masters. Somewhere on a lost Continent, an ancient adversary stirs.
The Hotel Midnight sits at the edge of everywhere and nowhere. Within its walls live monsters of all descriptions, hidden from a world mired in chaos, and protected by a desk manager known only as “Cathryn.” Outside of these walls, the Relics have begun to sing.
This is the home of the Weisz Institute, the premiere school for graduate and post-graduate magical education. Its students are smug, egotistical and venal, but they may also be the only bulwark against the encroaching darkness. Astra inclinant sed non obligant.