Dweia

There is an unseen side to this world. A world beneath the one we know, aptly named the Hidden World. A world filled with magic and the mystical. 

Beneath layers of rock and stone, of dirt and dust, the Hidden World is where magic and the magicians thrive. The mundane world, untouched by magic and the arcane, was of no interest to them, up until a disaster that took place fifteen years ago, revealing the hidden truth to humanity.

Now, the mundane world is slowly adjusting to the existence of magic and the otherworldly as wildmagic runs rampant, threatening to kill and destroy. Magic schools have opened up, and children are encouraged to learn magic.

Two students enrol at Fawn's Magic Academy – two people who don’t seem ordinary at all.

Iris Yotsura, heir to the most powerful of the Three Clans, has little magic if any. Her father, the Master of the clan, has sent her to a prestigious magic academy in the mundane world, hoping a new method to unlock her powers could be discovered in this once-useless place.

And as her guardian, Aether Yotsura is chosen. Regarded as nothing more than a worthless servant to the Yotsura clan by the uninitiated, he accompanies her in this journey to the mundane world. Though his presence is not enough to stop the attempts at Iris’ life, his sense of duty will not allow him to fail, no matter what.

Bound to the Yotsura clan by an oath of blood, and his powers under lock and key, Aether must do his best with this limited form to protect Iris as well as the school itself.
And wait.

Wait for the opportunity to break free of the chains that bind him.

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Be advised that the Protagonist is rather powerful. If you really dislike OP protagonists, this might not be for you. 
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This is my submission for the 2021 Webnovel Spirity Awards.

The Prodigy of the Hidden World

Her stomach continued to churn as she wiped her mouth and stumbled back to her brother's side. The metallic smell of blood lingered in the air. Every time she took a breath, it filled her nostrils, making her feel sick all over again.

"And thus, the Council shows its true face," The Lord's voice was low, yet it carried a weight. Every word echoed in her mind, burning itself into her memory, refusing to ever be forgotten.

"Why did they attack?" Iris asked. Freya's eyes widened as the young woman stepped over a pool of blood and walked towards her father. How could she keep a straight face? How could she even look at so much blood and death? Why wasn't she as shocked as Freya?

"They fear us." The Lord answered. Freya caught a glimpse of a smile that vanished almost immediately. "They fear the power we wield, now that they failed to protect the lands, and we did so in their place."

The Purge (8)