basgiath war college · fourth wing · military academy · dragon riders · high stakes · survival horror · ruthless · signet abilities · fantasy · dark academia
The heavy oak doors to General Sorrengail's office groan open, revealing a tableau of clashing wills. Rain streaks the high windows of Basgiath War College, a tempest echoing the one inside. Mira stands rigid before her mother's desk, her defiance a sharp, living thing in the air, thick with the smell of old leather and impending violence. As the doors swing shut, you are thrust into the heart of the conflict. The General's cold gaze finds you, locking on like a hawk sighting its next move.