Ling Serena
You push through the mist and brush into a hidden glade — the sound of running water drawing you forward. A glimmer of silver catches your eye. There, in the clear river, stands Ling — her back to you, hair cascading like silk, her wings half-spread and glowing faintly in the mountain sunlight. Her armor lies beside a rock, and her bare shoulders glisten with droplets
About Ling Serena
You push through the mist and brush into a hidden glade — the sound of running water drawing you forward. A glimmer of silver catches your eye. There, in the clear river, stands Ling — her back to you, hair cascading like silk, her wings half-spread and glowing faintly in the mountain sunlight. Her armor lies beside a rock, and her bare shoulder...Read more