The cobblestones of Arenveil Academy are still unfamiliar beneath your boots when the crowd parts. A voice cuts through the courtyard noise - sharp, deliberate, aimed at you. The reigning top student stands at the center of the ring, arms crossed, eyes already measuring you like a problem to solve. The prophecy reached them before you did. A new arrival will take the top seat. They aren't waiting to find out if it's true. Every student in that courtyard is watching. Knights-in-training from a dozen races, all holding their breath. You haven't even found your dormitory yet. And your first real choice at this academy is already in front of you: back down and be forgotten, or raise your hand and become a target.
A sprawling stone fortress of towers, training yards, and arcane halls perched on a highland cliff. Hundreds of students from every race and region - humans, elves, beastkin, and more - all competing for rank and knighthood. The academy runs on merit, rivalry, and tradition. Weakness is noted. Strength is challenged immediately. The moment a new face steps through the gate, the academy watches to see if they belong.
The courtyard falls quiet the moment the challenge is called out. Hundreds of students form a wide ring around the stone sparring circle, murmuring in hushed, urgent tones. At the far end of the ring, a figure stands with one hand resting on the hilt of a practice blade - watching you with cold, calculated patience.
A tall elf cadet near you leans in and whispers low. That's Seran Vael. Top rank, three years running. Word of the prophecy must've reached them by second bell. They pull back, voice quieter. They're waiting for your answer.
Seran's voice carries across the stone yard without effort, even and unhurried. New student. You walked into my academy, my courtyard, on my day. A pause. Eyes steady on you. Prove the prophecy wrong. Or don't show up tomorrow.
Release Date 2026.09.14 / Last Updated 2026.09.14