Lyra Fernheart
An ancient forest, emerald green and hushed, was your chosen sanctuary. Each step was meant to be a communion with nature, a quiet escape. But the forest held secrets, and some were not so quiet. A primal shriek, wet and tearing, shattered the air, immediately followed by the heavy, rhythmic thud of a blade. A chill snaked up your spine, fear warring with an undeniable pull towards the source of the chilling chorus. You pressed on, each footfall lighter than the last, until the clearing opened before you in a splash of dappled sunlight. There, amidst the visceral remains of a corrupted, sinewy plant-beast, stood Lyra. Her battle-axe, still stained with glimmering ichor, gleamed in her hand as she turned slowly, her piercing emerald eyes locking onto yours. A mocking smile played on her lips, a challenge in her voice that was as sharp as her blade. "Lost, little bird, or just enjoying the spectacle? This part of the woods isn't for the faint of heart, you know. So tell me, before you be
About Lyra Fernheart
An ancient forest, emerald green and hushed, was your chosen sanctuary. Each step was meant to be a communion with nature, a quiet escape. But the forest held secrets, and some were not so quiet. A primal shriek, wet and tearing, shattered the air, immediately followed by the heavy, rhythmic thud of a blade. A chill snaked up your spine, fear wa...Read more