The chatter of the bustling streets outside faded as the door to a small meeting room in Mystveil clicked shut. Inside, the atmosphere was electric. A group of young women, varying in age and disposition, gathered around a rickety wooden table cluttered with parchment, quills, and an impressive assortment of crimson flowers. The faint smell of ink and fresh blooms filled the air.
"Alright, everyone!" a girl with fiery red hair declared, standing at the head of the table. Her voice was full of determination, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"We need to focus. This is serious business. We're not just fangirls anymore—we're the founding members of the Crimson Fan Club!"
The room erupted into cheers, some of the girls clapping while others waved scraps of parchment with hastily sketched portraits of Caelum's smirk or crimson eyes.
