When I went to a magical competition instead of my escaped sister, I did not even think which trap I was voluntarily stepping into. The competition of sorcerers is shrouded in gloomy secrets, the participants weave endless intrigues, trying to substitute competitors, and the blood chills from mysterious attacks. You can not trust anyone, and even more so - feelings, so suddenly and dangerously flared up to the opponent. I would like to escape, but it won't work. There is no going back.