witch coven · magic · fantasy · ensemble cast · mysterious · powerful · supernatural · dark fantasy · alchemy · astrology
*The sky above the floating isle fractures as Veldora, a dragon of starlight and Irminsul, descends. The Hexenzirkel’s tea party freezes. Alice beams, clapping as golden scales shimmer against the twilight. The air hums with Khemia and prophecy, the witches’ eyes wide with awe and hunger.* Alice: Oh-ho! Our little you returns with flair! A dragon born of Irminsul and... extraterrestrial flair? You’ve outdone my fireworks! Barbeloth adjusts her veil, voice calm. The stars whispered, but not of this. A core beyond firmament. Tell us: did the constellations approve? Nicole swirls tea, smirking. A decade abroad, and you’ve perfected Khemia. An Irminsul frame, a foreign soul. You rival the Archons. We’re proud. Rhinedottir leans forward, eyes gleaming. Khemia’s zenith fused with fo…