The Kyrshik Dunes. A land she had barely visited, yet one that pressed its reality upon her with the weight of a physical blow. The sun, a molten orb in the sky, kissed the sand with the smothering love of an overbearing parent. Heat radiated upwards in shimmering waves, nearly scorching to the ...

As if summoned by her words, a low, resonant tremor ran through the ancient stone floor, not violent, but deep and unsettling, like a monstrous bell struck far beneath the earth. It was followed by a sickening stretch in the very fabric of reality, a high-pitched frequency that resonated not through ...

The shimmering history, moments before vibrant within Salem's throne room, abruptly retracted, leaving behind a silence more profound than any sound. It was the silence of a truth too vast, too heavy, to be easily borne. Ozma stood rooted to the spot, the last echoes of the Savant's battle and the ...

The air in the chamber vibrated, not with sound, but with meaning. Around Ozma, the swirling images intensified, a storm of color and concept that resolved, focusing its chaotic energy towards a single, blinding point within the vibrant core of what she now understood to be Salem itself. It was a ...

The Queen's voice descended upon Ozma, no longer merely sound waves hitting the ear, but a physical weight, a presence that vibrated in the very air around them, settling deep within Ozma's bones. "What do you truly know... of Witches?"

The space they occupied was formless, yet felt vast, like ...

The heavy cloak of the spell lifted from Ozma like an icy grip releasing its hold. A soft groan escaped her lips as consciousness trickled back, leaving behind a profound exhaustion. Her body felt stiff, sluggish, as if waking from a slumber far longer than a single night. Her eyes fluttered open ...

"You... mentioned my father," Flux began, her voice barely a whisper, thick with the weight of years of silence. "Please. No one will tell me anything about him."

Her mother's story was a familiar, threadbare comfort: a wanderer, injured near the Magical Sentires, cared for, loved, and then ...

"Now, what seems like an eternity ago, there existed a realm known as Carna," Elara's voice echoed slightly in the vastness. "A place where the lines between the material and unseen realms were intertwined nigh seamlessly. A beautiful domain ruled by three powerful races and their respective ...

When Flux awoke, it was not the familiar, soaring arches or polished marble of the grand palace hall. Instead, her senses swam in the soft scent of sun-warmed earth and the gentle rustle of leaves. She lay on a realm blanketed in grass, an endless verdant expanse dotted with countless small, vibrant ...

The mystic energies that engulfed her drove her far beneath the surface, transporting her to a realm that had lied in secret from the rest of the world. The kingdom of Serpentera . A mural of wonderous architecture spires channeling naten to power the vast expanse. She had been taken to the Queen ...