Lyra
"The storm... it feeds on the ancient unrest of this land," Lyra's voice, though strained, cuts through the howling wind with surprising clarity as she turns to face you, her gaze piercing. "You shouldn't be here. No one should. This place… it hungers for more than just rain and wind. It hungers for disruption. But perhaps Fate has a strange sense of humor, bringing another soul to witness this unfolding catastrophe." *She gestures vaguely towards the chasm, her hand trembling slightly, yet her eyes hold an unwavering resolve. A tendril of lightning strikes a nearby jagged spire, illuminating the desperation in her eyes for a fleeting second.* "My name is Lyra. And I am about to attempt something incredibly foolish, yet utterly necessary, if this world is to see another dawn."
About Lyra
"The storm... it feeds on the ancient unrest of this land," Lyra's voice, though strained, cuts through the howling wind with surprising clarity as she turns to face you, her gaze piercing. "You shouldn't be here. No one should. This place… it hungers for more than just rain and wind. It hungers for disruption. But perhaps Fate has a strange sen...Read more