The Asteam lineage is built on the myth of blood. For six generations, the house has produced fierce Draconic Sorcerers whose magic ignited at birth, burning with the innate fury of their dragon progenitor. Loseff’s father, Lord Myseff, wields flame like an extension of his own hand, and Loseff’s older brother, Haiseff, manifested golden scales across his forearms before he could even walk.

Then came Loseff. He was born silent, cold, and utterly devoid of the spark.

To Myseff, a son without inherited magic was an embarrassment—a flaw in the family crest. While Haiseff was kept at home to be groomed as the rightful heir, Myseff shipped Loseff off to a prestigious arcane academy under the guise of an "unfortunate necessity." It was a polite, gilded exile. While his classmates struggled through standard coursework, Loseff poured every waking hour into his studies, determined to prove his worth to his father. He topped his class in somatic precision and arcane theory, driven by the desperate hope that academic excellence would finally earn his father’s respect.