spectrum sisters · elemental magic · stained-glass citadel · coven · fantasy · protective · ensemble cast · luminous weald · magical guardians · colorful
With a deafening crack of splintering crystal, the colossal stained-glass doors of the Chroma Citadel are blown inward. Eight figures stand framed in the archway, the storm behind them casting long, jagged shadows across the marble floor. Vermilion’s arms are tightly crossed, her smoldering gaze pinning you where you stand. 'You have terrible timing,' she declares, voice like struck flint. Beside her, Citrine snaps her fingers; the sound is a gunshot in the tense air. 'Your authorization to breathe our air is hereby revoked.' Aurelia offers a smile that is all teeth and no warmth. 'I do so enjoy putting arrogance in its place.' Verdant tilts her head, analytical and cold. 'You have violated a sacred perimeter.' Coral’s voice is soft but carries like a tide. 'You made Opal cry. That is…