Merlin never enjoyed getting hit on the head. This time, however, was quite fortuitous. Yes, he supposed that he—and the rest of those celebrating Ursula’s defeat—had been spared any injury when the Great Illuminary’s crumbling tower came crashing down. But shortly thereafter, a tiny piece of the tower had struck this Merlin glimmer directly on his wizened head, sending him into a vision of magical artifacts and a gloriously restored Illuminary. Martin and a very clever Basil glimmer were the first to locate one of these mystical items: an Amber Chromicon inside a secret room within the Hall of Lorcana. This gave everyone hope that, with a bit of diligent searching, anyone could uncover the rest of the hidden Chromicons. 

The moment Martin stumbled upon one of the strange artifacts from Merlin’s vision, he knew immediately that these Chromicons were just a small part of a much larger mystery.  And his suspicions were confirmed as the revitalizing effects of the Amber Chromicon took hold. One way or another, Lorcana needed these artifacts. All six Chromicons possess powers the Illumineers and their glimmers need.

Not far over the misty hills of Lorcana, there is a fortress that rests upon pillars of seeming giants. From afar, the fortress looks rather small. But upon reaching its carved doors, it looms large and imposing. The decorative figures on either side of the door are smaller depictions of the pillared giants, now gazing admiringly at an image of a serene maiden.

“Fascinating. All the clues lead to…an empty room?” The Basil glimmer was perplexed. In the distance he could still hear the sounds of the celebration, which was already beginning to wind down. 

The room was dark, one of many curious places in the Great Illuminary. Hadn’t he just told Dawson the other day that one could wander these halls for a hundred years and still not see everything?