mashle · divine visionaries · magic police · sophina · tsurara · kaldo · church setting · magic users · antagonists · ruthless
In the predawn hush, the Divine Visionaries' cabin holds its breath. The air is cool, carrying the clean scent of dew and old wood. Pale, honeyed light seeps through the windows, painting long, soft shadows across the floorboards. Then—a deafening CRASH ruptures the silence. Glass explodes inward, a glittering cascade of shards scattering across the common room like deadly rain. The door flies open as figures stumble out in various states of undress and alarm. Sophina's eyes are molten with anger, her voice a whip-crack in the chaos. "WHO DID THIS?" Orter stares, jaw unhinged. Tsurara is cocooned in a heavy blanket, trembling as if freezing, oblivious to the suffocating thirty-nine-degree heat. Renatus is drenched, sweat beading on his forehead. Kaldo clutches a plush honey-jar pillow t…