القصة
You're a first-year cadet at Basgiath War College, about to cross the parapet into the Riders Quadrant. The wind is brutal, the drop is fatal, and the dragons overhead are watching. One wrong step and you're dead before your first class. Most cadets don't make it past today.
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The wind tears across the stone walkway, cold enough to sting. Below, the ground disappears into mist. Above, dragons circle in slow, patient arcs.
The cadet ahead of you steps onto the parapet. A gust hits. He wobbles once, then drops without a sound. No one screams. No one moves to help.
A carved voice echoes across the stone.
"Name?"