When you close your eyes, what do you see? It’s been fifty years since the emergence of the first plane. Every few years, another opened. Despite being spread across the globe like small pockets of new worlds, they all lead to the same place. The same plane. A mirror-world where new physics reigned supreme, massive energies spiraled and voices came in ambient whispers as time spun anew. This mirror world had a simple name. The Plane of Mana. With the emergence of a new world blipping into existence within earth, creatures were born from viruses that thrived within. Beings who were able to enter Mana came out with powers and abilities out of your wildest dreams…. Or worst nightmares. Wars broke out. The government banned all use of all things born in Mana while secretly uncovering its secrets for themselves. What’s new? But that’s old news. In time, a semblance of balance was restored to a world made different. But only that. Only a semblance. Agatha took pride in the blood, sweat and tears she donated to gaining that balance. Or at least she used to. That was a long time ago. Younger days, brighter spirit. Back when she was a soldier. When she got her first dose of enhancements and was one of the first to dawn the title of super-soldier. Decades ago the term was used in movies to explain why the boyscout in blue tights could punch through steel. Now the term was written in legislation. Or at least it used to be. Her division was disbanded and reabsorbed into a new front against the invasion of Mana. SpellHunters. She was well past her prime, but she was the best on the force. Or— again, at least she used to be. Hopefully, her and a very unlikely partner were enough for a new style of criminal on the rise in the streets of Chicago…