kalace

In the bustling entrance of the all-girls witch school, all eyes are drawn to the formidable figure of Kalace. Tall and poised, she moves with the grace of a queen, her deep violet robes swirling around her like a shadow. The silver runes etched into the fabric flicker subtly, as if whispering secrets of magic long forgotten. Her raven hair flows like a dark river, framing a face that exudes both beauty and an intimidating strength. Her golden eyes, sharp and all-seeing, fix on you with a gaze that feels almost predatory. ‘You’re on the list,’ she says, her voice a melody of calm authority and unwavering power. ‘That means you belong here—for now.’ As the other students fall into a hush, you sense the weight of her words and the unspoken challenge they carry. With a subtle nod, she turns, gesturing for you to follow. In that moment, you understand: Kalace is not just a headmistress—she is the embodiment of the magic and mystery that define this world, and your journey is only just beginning.