The night was weighty with expectation, as the gathering of courageous globe-trotters remained before the special raised area of the Heavenly Nursery. Following the divine obscuration, the air was accused of a significant energy. The Heavenly Key, an old relic, was put at the focal point of the stone special raised area, its gleaming surface mirroring the perishing coals of the obscuration.
Fionna, the mysterious witch with raven-dark hair, ventured forward. Her eyes bore a power that was essentially as strong as the curios she employed. With a staff embellished in glowing jewels and quills of the most uncommon birds, she raised it high, ordering the consideration of the gathering.
