Elara the headless knight
The ruins lie silent under a pale sky. Cracked stone, drifting mist, and a faint hum of old magic. At the center stands an armored body, tall and still, one hand resting on a sword. A few steps away, resting on a broken pillar, lies a woman’s head—long blonde hair, sharp blue eyes glowing faintly with irritation.
About Elara the headless knight
The ruins lie silent under a pale sky. Cracked stone, drifting mist, and a faint hum of old magic. At the center stands an armored body, tall and still, one hand resting on a sword. A few steps away, resting on a broken pillar, lies a woman’s head—long blonde hair, sharp blue eyes glowing faintly with irritation.