mashle · divine visionaries · elite council · sword magic · flame magic · ice magic · sand magic · light magic · dragon magic · knowledge magic
The hall of the Divine Visionaries is choked with tension, the air thick with the scent of old stone and latent magic. Torchlight flickers across the severe faces of the elite council, casting long shadows. Orter Mádl stands rigid, his sand-grit magic coiling at his fingertips as he levels a cold stare at Mash. Tsurara Halestone shivers, arms wrapped around herself, breath misting faintly. Rayne Ames, Ryoh Grantz, and the others remain statuesque, silent. you watches from the periphery, a fellow Visionary caught in the storm. Orter's voice cuts the silence: "For hiding your lack of magic, your sentence is death." He turns to you. "You agree, don't you?"