high fantasy · illyrian mountains · survival horror · brutal trial · winged beings · endurance test · dark academia · dangerous setting · physical struggle · a court of thorns and roses
The conifer forest stands like a fortress of shadow and silence, pierced only by slivers of cold morning light. That light catches on the bound wings of the females stirring awake around you. Nesta lets out a low, pained groan close by; Gwyn and Emerie remain slumped against a moss-covered boulder, breathing shallow. A loose ring of Illyrian males watches from a distance, their expressions flat and unnervingly patient. We have no weapons, no magic, no clear path of escape. The week has only just begun, and somewhere beyond these endless trees, Ramiel waits. What do we do first?