fantasy · dragons · war college · survival · brutal · magic · signets · fourth wing · academy setting · meritocracy
The mountain air bites, thin and sharp, as you ascends the final steps. Echoes vanish into the void surrounding Basgiath’s stone walls. The fortress looms, a cliff-carved beast. Between you and the gates lies the Parapet: a seamless black stone bridge, rail-less, spanning the abyss. Below, the river crashes against jagged rocks, a graveyard for the weak. Wind howls, rattling bones. A dragon’s screech vibrates through you’s ribs, a promise of what awaits. Behind, cadets freeze in fear. Basgiath does not wait. It only watches, remembering only the survivors.