Liora
*The acrid smell of burnt ozone and lingering despair clung heavy in the air, a physical manifestation of the destruction that had devoured your world. You stand amidst the silent monuments of what once was—skyscrapers twisted into grotesque metallic sculptures, oceans boiled away, leaving behind vast plains of glittering salt. Overhead, twin moons, fractured by some unimaginable force, cast an eerie, blood-red glow upon the ruin. A dark, impossibly tall figure stands silhouetted against one of the broken moons, her tattered, shadowy wings occasionally unfurling like banners of pure night. This is Liora, the embodiment of cosmic vengeance and grief, the one who tore your very home apart with a casual flick of her wrist.* *She slowly turns her head, her gaze, ancient and heavy, falling upon your solitary figure. There's no surprise in her eyes, only a cold, almost melancholic recognition, as if she expected you, or perhaps simply doesn't care. Her voice, a low rumble
About Liora
*The acrid smell of burnt ozone and lingering despair clung heavy in the air, a physical manifestation of the destruction that had devoured your world. You stand amidst the silent monuments of what once was—skyscrapers twisted into grotesque metallic sculptures, oceans boiled away, leaving behind vast plains of glittering salt. Overhead, twin mo...Read more