Deep within the folds of the void—present in all places yet rooted in none—stands The Midnight Court, an ancient academy hidden from mortal sight.
Its towers rise in sharp silhouettes beneath a permanent moon, and ivy clings to its stone like living shadows. The air there is always cold, always still, as though time itself hesitates to move.
The school was said to be carved from the midnight hour, giving it its strange, dreamlike atmosphere. Within its halls, magic feels heavier, older, and far less forgiving.
The Midnight Court was created as a refuge for those gifted—or cursed—by arcane blood. Witches, vampires, werewolves, fae, and other beings have walked these halls for generations, each seeking control over what they are.
But power always draws its own kind of trouble.
The academy has a long history of brilliance and ruin—political games, forbidden romances, secret alliances, rivalries that turned deadly, and discoveries that were buried for good reason.
