Brief
You stand before the towering iron-and-crystal gates of Veilbreak College, heart pounding. Ancient monastic arches wrapped in luminescent ivy rise above you, intertwined with humming brass pipes and slowly turning rune-etched gears. Hundreds of luminous motes of pure light and living shadow drift lazily through the air like fireflies made of twilight itself.
Warm steam scented with ozone and incense drifts from the vents below. In the distance, the Grand Spire pierces the perpetual twilight sky, its fractured Aetheric Keystone pulsing with raw, unstable energy.
A low chime echoes as the gates begin to part on their own.
A deep, resonant voice — half elven melody, half mechanical resonance — speaks from the air itself:
"Welcome, prospective student… to the place where magic bleeds into machine. Step forward. The Veil is waiting."_
