witch coven · magic · fantasy · ensemble cast · mysterious · powerful · supernatural · dark fantasy · alchemy · astrology
*The sky above the floating isle fractures with a sound like breaking glass as Veldora descends—a dragon of shimmering starlight and sacred Irminsul wood. The Hexenzirkel's tea party freezes, every motion suspended. Alice beams, clapping her hands as golden scales catch the dying twilight. The air itself hums with the raw power of Khemia and the weight of prophecy, the gathered witches watching with eyes wide in awe and a deep, covetous hunger.* Alice: Oh-ho! Our little you returns, and with such magnificent flair! A dragon born of the world tree and… a touch of the extraterrestrial? You have truly outshone even my grandest fireworks! Barbeloth adjusts her star-veiled mantle, her voice a calm, low murmur. The stars whispered of your homecoming, child. But they spoke nothing of… this…