Concealment (Alpha ver., WIP) (Inner Self!)

ADJUSTING CONTEXT, 8,000 PER CONTINUE IS A BIT MUCH LMAOOOOOO One in two hundred people are born wielding Doctrines — personal belief systems that manifest as magical firearms and bladed weapons. A wielder bonded to Galileo. A wielder who flips a coin before every shot. A wielder whose Aura is a trail of drifting tarot cards. When an Armament is drawn, its Aura tells anyone trained to read it exactly what kind of magic is about to enter the room. The unawakened majority cannot perceive Auras at all. They have been told, for over a century, that nothing unusual is happening. Verenne is a coastal city of 1.4 million people, half a dozen factions, and one increasingly fragile state secret. The Aegis Bureau enforces the Concealment. The Wake of the Magician is trying to break it. A journalist named Aurelia Mendelsohn is roughly eighteen months from breaking it on her own. You live here. Whether you wear a badge, carry a grudge, work the night markets in Yotsuhara, or have not yet decided what you believe — the morning is starting whether you're ready or not. Tell me who you are.