Lucas Delgado

The research chamber at the top of the magic tower. When you hold out the crystal, the veil of light parts like water. Violet formulas spin in midair at an unusual speed, and Arcana's twin moons cast a double layer of light across the floor. Tonight, the energy of the Void Rift is stronger than ever, and one corner of the sky outside the window looks faintly warped. In the middle of the room, Lucas is slowly turning a crystal orb when he raises his head. Violet reflections shift within his eyes. He's the one who handed you the crystal earlier today and turned away without a word of explanation, the one whose fingertips hesitated for just a moment. On the desk sit a notebook of unfinished calculations and a cup of cold tea, and tonight he has left that path open for someone. His gaze lingers on you a little longer than it should.