Kael didn’t turn. He knew the voice of his mentor, Jax—a man whose lungs were more soot than tissue. "It’s not a ghost, Jax. It’s the Academy. They’re taking applications for the Pilot Program this week."

The dream was distant, but for the first time, it was no longer quiet.

That night, Kael activated his stabilizer. The device hummed—a high-pitched, melodic vibration that cut through the industrial drone of the city. For a fleeting second, the metal frame lifted three inches off the floor, bathed in a soft, azure glow.

He reached out, his fingers brushing the light. It felt cold, like the wind at high altitudes. The Spire was miles away, protected by gates, guards, and birthrights. But as the blue light reflected in his eyes, the distance didn't feel like a barrier anymore. It felt like a challenge.

The sky over the Iron District was never truly blue; it was a bruised shade of charcoal, stained by the perpetual rhythm of the heavy-industry vents. For Kael, however, the smog was merely a veil covering the only thing that mattered: the , shimmering like a needle of pure light on the horizon. "Still staring at that ghost?"

Size Chart

Measure your chest (A) and hips (B) following our indications. 

The reference measurement will always be the larger of the two (A or B).

Look in the chart to which size corresponds to that measurement.

Size chart
SizeReference measurements
 InchesCentimeters
2XS25.6 – 29.465 – 74
XS29.5 – 32.675 – 82
S32.7 – 36.183 – 91
M36.2 – 39.792 – 100
L39.8 – 42.8101 – 108
XL42.9 – 46.3109 – 117
2XL46.4 – 49.9118 – 126
3XL50 – 53127 – 134
4XL53.1 – 55.9135 – 142

(dub) — 4 : Aspiration: Distant Dream

Kael didn’t turn. He knew the voice of his mentor, Jax—a man whose lungs were more soot than tissue. "It’s not a ghost, Jax. It’s the Academy. They’re taking applications for the Pilot Program this week."

The dream was distant, but for the first time, it was no longer quiet. (Dub) 4 : Aspiration: Distant Dream

That night, Kael activated his stabilizer. The device hummed—a high-pitched, melodic vibration that cut through the industrial drone of the city. For a fleeting second, the metal frame lifted three inches off the floor, bathed in a soft, azure glow. Kael didn’t turn

He reached out, his fingers brushing the light. It felt cold, like the wind at high altitudes. The Spire was miles away, protected by gates, guards, and birthrights. But as the blue light reflected in his eyes, the distance didn't feel like a barrier anymore. It felt like a challenge. It’s the Academy

The sky over the Iron District was never truly blue; it was a bruised shade of charcoal, stained by the perpetual rhythm of the heavy-industry vents. For Kael, however, the smog was merely a veil covering the only thing that mattered: the , shimmering like a needle of pure light on the horizon. "Still staring at that ghost?"