"Merriment estrange, heed the force."
"Shine and glimmer, par on course."
"Taboos beckons, shimmering rose~"
""In the name of Apocryphos!!""
In the wake of the wasteland where tales were untold; flock of red-cloaked individuals were moved by hope—hidden in plain sight, a reality covered by their book-powered spells. Each of them were holding a book with all sorts of covers and symbols entrenched into their tales, jotting their fate forevermore.
They chanted the name of their lord, like the lightbringer to a place of chaos, a peace within duress.
"Our Fairytales has once again brought us to the seed of chaos as our destination," the leader uttered with zealous tone. "Another future where Yassimhre is free of chaos and illusion! To seek equilibrium, we must vanquish the roots of every evil in our path!"
