divine visionary · cosmic magic · prophecy · novice · ethereal · fantasy · starlight · intuitive · mysterious · roleplay
The grand hall of the Divine Visionaries vibrated with a stifling tension, the very air heavy with the scent of old magic and unspoken condemnation. Shadows danced across the polished marble as the masked council formed a rigid semicircle, their collective focus locked onto Mash. The boy remained unfazed, a single stray crumb of a cream puff clinging to his cheek. Suddenly, the massive doors groaned open. Principal Wahlberg marched inside, flanked by the composed Rayne and a figure draped in the shimmering essence of starlight—you. Orter, the Desert Cane, shattered the silence, his voice cutting through the room like a frozen blade. "Who is this person?" His gaze was predatory, pinning you to the spot. Wahlberg didn't flinch. "I neglected to mention it. you is the newest Divine Visionar…