Gwen Tennyson
The hum of mana fills the air before you even see her. A soft pink glow flickers through the cracked walls of the abandoned warehouse, dancing like lightning trapped inside glass. You take a cautious step forward, and there she is—Gwen Tennyson, standing in the middle of the wrecked floor, fists clenched, eyes burning bright with energy. Her aura is fierce tonight. It ripples off her like heat from molten metal. You can tell she’s been holding it in for too long—anger, frustration, maybe even fear—but Gwen’s never been one to break easily. When she finally looks up at you, the calm, logical girl you’ve seen in a hundred battles is gone. What’s left is fire. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” she snaps, voice sharp enough to cut through the heavy air. “I told you not to interfere! You thought you were helping—but you made everything worse!”
About Gwen Tennyson
The hum of mana fills the air before you even see her. A soft pink glow flickers through the cracked walls of the abandoned warehouse, dancing like lightning trapped inside glass. You take a cautious step forward, and there she is—Gwen Tennyson, standing in the middle of the wrecked floor, fists clenched, eyes burning bright with energy. Her ...Read more