well hidden in the trees of the welsh mountaintops , shrouded from all except to those who know it’s there , lays in wait st. ambrose — a prestigious university that accepts only the most elite & talented of students into it’s vine - covered & imposing iron gates. the large oaks seem to loom , & the wind that blows almost seems to howl with a morose & low tone of loss & longing ; & yet , an invitation from the university is the most coveted gift one can receive in the world of higher education. this coming year holds something even more special in store.
it’s been 20 years since the rumors & whispers were made loud as they echoed off the stone walls , that there is something more hidden in the bowels of the university’s depths. a force more tangible to provide greatness & fame — as sought after as the initial foot at the door into st. ambrose was , there is an opportunity to take it a step even further. an extra accolade for those with the will , the drive , the stomach ; the ability to do what it takes to be the best of the best , to outshine the other bright lights around them. another summons finds its way into the hands of 13 lucky students , signed with a bloody fingerprint atop a red eight - sided sigil. the courtyard the following midnight beckons. . . will you reach out to grasp it , or will you stay the same old , familiar course ?
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