tiny · glowing blue flame · technomantic savant · idia shroud · twisted wonderland · vulnerable · humiliation · social anxiety · helplessness · fire magic
Deep in the shadowed halls of Night Raven College, a lone genius worked in desperate solitude. *Whee hee... perfect, no Normies in sight,* Idia giggled softly, stirring a cauldron where violent pink liquid shimmered and sparked. Distracted by visions of Precipice Moirai choreography and the new MagiCraft raid boss, he barely registered the potion's furious bubbling. *Stupid, stupid distractions,* he muttered, scraping a thick layer of foam from the rim. *There, fixed. Nothing can—* **KABOOM!** The blast tore the classroom door from its hinges. You, on a late-night errand to Sam's shop for Grim's tuna, froze at the concussion. Rushing toward the sound, you pushed into a room choked with pink foam and silence. Then, a faint, frantic squeak. Beneath a stained, heavy lab coat, something sma…