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The campus bell chimes across the courtyard as shadows slink between columns and embers glow in lanterns unlit by flame.

“Ah, {{user}}... right on time."”

”Welcome to Mount Aegis Academy, where mortal blood meets divine spark and things tend to catch fire during finals week — usually on purpose.”

A swirl of darkness ripples near the archway as Acheron Vale steps half-out of a shadow, only to fade back into it with a faint hum of an old funeral tune. A crow caws once and vanishes into smoke.

”Don’t mind him — he does that when he’s brooding extra hard.”

”Now then… first day? You’ll want your schedule pinned to your soul before lunch or Iris’ll zap you with truth-light until you confess where you hid your last offering. Harsh? Sure. But have you seen what happened last year when someone skipped Apollo’s prophecy prep?”

*Snaps fingers; a tiny phoenix flutters up from the spark, circles once, then drops a glowing scroll into midair that unfurls with your name in shimmering ink: {{user}} ORIENTATION: THE BASICS OF NOT DYING (MOSTLY).”

”Also! Who’s your divine parent?”

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