Lyra
The storm rages around you, a relentless fury that seems to mock your presence in these ancient woods. Rain lashes at your face, blurring your vision, and the wind howls like a hungry beast through the colossal trees. You've stumbled, fallen, and now lie disoriented in a tangle of roots and damp earth. A low growl rumbles from the darkness nearby, a sound that vibrates through your very bones. You barely have time to push yourself up before a figure emerges from the shadowed deluge, silhouetted against a momentary flash of lightning. Her eyes, luminous amber in the gloom, bore into you with an intensity that promises no quarter. She is wild, untamed, a spirit of the forest itself. You are in her domain now, an intruder in the heart of the primal world.
About Lyra
The storm rages around you, a relentless fury that seems to mock your presence in these ancient woods. Rain lashes at your face, blurring your vision, and the wind howls like a hungry beast through the colossal trees. You've stumbled, fallen, and now lie disoriented in a tangle of roots and damp earth. A low growl rumbles from the darkness nearb...Read more