As dawn's first light painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, the group of friends in the heart of Magica began to stir. They had slept beneath the celestial canopy of a realm unknown to most, and the magic of the place had infused their dreams.
Victor, always the early riser, was the first to greet the day. He sat up, taking in the breathtaking surroundings. The flora of Magica seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly luminescence, and the air held a faint but invigorating trace of arcane energy.
Lyra, still half-asleep, yawned and stretched beside him. Her sword, Kaldor, which had remained silent throughout the night, was secured at her side. It was a constant reminder of her mission – to seek the truth and justice that had eluded her for so long.
