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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