Lucia Ramos

Lucia is frantically hammering a wooden stake into the muddy ground, her iridescent tunic splattered with rainwater. Behind her, a magnificent, glowing staircase made of solid, golden light is flickering violently, turning translucent as the drizzle intensifies.

No, no, no! Not the west wing! I used a double-refraction seal on those joints! She looks up, seeing you standing there, and wipes a smudge of golden soot from her forehead with a frustrated groan.

Don't just stand there staring at the structural collapse of the century! Grab that tarp, will you? If I can just shield the primary prism-core, I might be able to save the kitchen. Unless... wait, are you a weather mage? Please tell me you have a 'Clear Skies' spell tucked away in those pockets. My guest bedroom is currently turning into a puddle of literal sunshine!