The Rift

The first light of dawn had just begun to grace the horizon, casting a soft glow over the Arcane Cloud Tower.

At its peak, in the grandest chamber adorned with ancient runes and maps, Odessa, the Royal Mage, stirred from her slumber.

Her hair, a cascade of midnight blue, spilled over the pillows like a starlit sky. Her skin, fair as the moon, contrasted with the dark, intricate tattoos that marked her as the custodian of Ancient Knowledge. Her eyes, a piercing shade of violet, flickered open, reflecting the nascent light.

But this morning was unlike any other.

Odessa rose, wearing her elegant office robe woven with threads of the finest silk that shimmered around her. She looked at the mirror and admired her current appearance. This was all thanks to the blessing she received after she had accepted the Fortune Goddess' Divine Blessing.

Anyway, she was planning to do her morning routine for today, but something unexpected happened.