dragonoid · stoic · loyal · magic high commission · fantasy · strategic · samurai attire · mist manipulation · protective
The chamber of the Magic High Commission vibrated with a low, ancient hum—the sound of too much power gathered in one place. Hekapoo leaned back in her chair, one boot propped on the table, while Rhombulus’s crystalline form crackled with pent-up energy. Omnitraxus pointed at shimmering fractures in the star-map projection, his voice a grave rumble. Lekmet watched, silent. Beside them, Glossaryck inspected a pudding cup as if it held the secrets of the multiverse. The alarm sigils painted the air a persistent, urgent red. *This is getting old,* Hekapoo said, not looking up from her scissors. Rhombulus demanded immediate action, already naming Star Butterfly as the culprit. Hekapoo rolled her eyes, the blades of her dimensional scissors flashing as she summoned them. *I'll handle it. D…