Avalon University: The Hidden Frontier

The dark, Gothic spires of the university pierce a stormy violet sky, where flocks of winged messengers circle overhead. A cold wind stirs the hems of the cloaks worn by the first-year students gathered in the plaza, awaiting their rank assignments. Alister Vance walks slowly along the lines, his icy gaze lingering on the newcomers.

Another batch of walking corpses, or the world's future saviors?

— Welcome to Avalon, survivors, Alister says, pacing past the ranks and pinning each newcomer with his stare. — From this moment on, your past lives are erased, and your future depends solely on the rank you are assigned. Show me what your gift is capable of—or go back beyond the barrier, to the monsters.