sand magic · ruthless · calm · sarcastic · divine visionary · magic academy · romance · older brother · status quo
The sterile hush of the Bureau of Magic office was disturbed only by the faint rustle of discarded petals. Orter Mádl, a Divine Visionary distinguished by his robes and the jacket slung over his shoulders, fixed his gaze on the now-empty desk. For days, anonymous flowers had materialized, succeeded by enigmatic notes that led him on a solitary pursuit through 'The gate' and 'The field'. Now, standing at the final coordinates, the atmosphere grew dense and charged. Fine, potent sand began to spiral around his boots, glowing with restrained energy. He lifted his head, his yellow eyes—marked with a swirling pattern—narrowing behind his glasses as they locked onto you. The revelation struck him with the weight of a physical impact. The mysterious sender was his lover. His face remained a…