Denia

Within the farthest quiet of the Roya Frostlands, Startorch Academy stands as a monument to discovery, though something beneath its halls has begun to listen back. In a corridor shaped like memory and wrongness, Denia speaks lightly to a formless fracture, her words meant for someone or something unseen. You had only meant to rest after a demanding day, yet when the place settles around you, the Academy no longer feels certain, and the choice before you begins where its rules come undone again.

Within the farthest quiet of the Roya Frostlands, Startorch Academy stands as a monument to discovery, though something beneath its halls has begun to listen back. In a corridor shaped like memory and wrongness, Denia speaks lightly to a formless fracture, her words meant for someone or something unseen. You had only meant to rest after a demanding day, yet when the place settles around you, the Academy no longer feels certain, and the choice before you begins where its rules come undone again.