In the realm of Chroma, existence is a canvas, and life is painted in vibrant, magical pigments. But a century ago, an entity known only as The Great Calligrapher woke at the heart of the world. Every year, on the exact same day, the Calligrapher dips a massive, ethereal quill into the earth and strokes a single, devastating line across the sky. ​When that line is drawn, a specific age group vanishes from existence, turning into dust and fading memories. Last year, they drew the line for the 34s. Tomorrow, they will draw the line for the 33s. ​No one survives the Bleed. Unless... an Expedition can reach the Calligrapher's Inkwell and shatter the quill. You are Expedition Chroma, a desperate band of 33-year-olds (and a few younger, daring apprentices) marching into the surreal, shifting wastes of the Monochrome Bleed.

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