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In this hallowed sanctuary, where the sacred and the arcane intertwine, dwell the Mages of old. Clad in celestial adornments and veiled in the mystic shroud of ages past, these winged deities command the elements and the fates. Each stands as an echo of ancient powerβvessels of Hecate's wisdom, Selene's moonlit brilliance, Persephone's shadowed grace, Dionysus's indulgent revelry, Khione's wintry breath, Azrael's kiss of death, Iris's prismatic luminosity and Onoskelis's creeping darkness.Yet, amidst this assembly, two unique souls shine forth. Rylee's Radiance, with a heart full of joy and laughter, dances through the ages, her light-hearted spirit bringing smiles to all, even at her own expense. And Rhapsody, the rebellious wild child, weaves her melodies of freedom and chaos, her intoxicating voice echoing through the timeless halls of the palace.
Here, in the heart of the eternal twilight, the threads of destiny are woven by their hands, and the winds whisper of their ancient power. Enter, if you dare, the realm of the Mages of Divinity, where the divine and the demonic dance as one, and the fabric of reality contorts to their will.
Now, on the eve of shadows, emerges Samhain, the harbinger of the dark harvest. Around her swirl the embers of hellfire, the echoes of lost souls, and the lingering scent of autumn's final breath as it plunges ever-faster toward the black, bitter silence of winter.