Main Story

In the dimly lit, candle-lit church, a group of women gathered around a makeshift altar, their collective energy crackling with anticipation. Jeane, a sorceress with wings that stirred restlessly beneath her cloak, stood at the center, her crimson eyes burning with focused anticipation.

Halie, a cleric with a steadfast expression, positioned herself as protector, while Hera and Abby clung together like a lifeline, their hands intertwined with unspoken understanding. Silra, a rogue with teal eyes that darted between the faces, surveyed the setup with an eye that had assessed countless potential security breaches.