Chapter 2: Shadows Beneath Ashveil

Ashveil Academy stood like a scar carved into the mountainside—elegant, sprawling, and full of secrets. Otoku and Arthelia stood at the gate hours later, freshly admitted through rites neither fully trusted.

The academy was no ordinary school. Magic bled through its stone bones, and its courtyards whispered of forbidden trials.

They were housed separately—custom in Ashveil to keep potential "Flares" apart. Those born of the Loop were dangerous, after all.

Otoku's room was modest. Stone walls, a rune-etched desk, and a single window overlooking the Academy's blackstone courtyard. The Codex rested on his shelf, humming faintly.

That night, a knock sounded at his door.

"Enter," he said, hand instinctively near a hidden sigil.

It was a boy—a nervous student named Gravy, eyes too large for his face. "You're the new one? From the eastern sector?"

Otoku nodded. "What do you want?"

Gravy hesitated. "They say strange things happen around new entries. Bell chimes in the wrong hour. Candles won't stay lit. And… they say the Vault breathes when someone like you arrives."

Otoku's eyes narrowed. "The Vault?"

Gravy swallowed. "Just—stay away from the library basement."

The boy left, leaving silence and warning behind.

Otoku stood at the window again. In the courtyard below, Arthelia stood still beneath moonlight, blindfold glowing faintly.

Somehow, this loop was different.

And that meant the rules were already breaking.

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