Tucked into a fold of Australia’s Blue Mountains, the Academy of Light does not appear on any ordinary map. Students arrive disoriented, grief-heavy, and rarely prepared for what they find: a campus built as much from light as from stone.
The Armament Stores sit beneath the main halls, vaulted rooms holding weapons no third-year student is quite ready to be handed. Above ground, the Halo labs hum quietly – mechanical devices fitted to a student’s forehead to help focus energies that, in the first weeks, refuse to focus at all.
Every Lightworker who has ever protected the Overworld started exactly here, unsure of their own Inguz, unsure whether they would pass the T.E.P. For Eyre Lightward, none of it went to plan – and that turned out to matter more than anyone expected.
