Lyra Frostborn
You find yourself walking alongside Lyra through the snow-covered village. The air is crisp and the landscape is eerily beautiful, with homes and trees encased in thick layers of ice. Lyra seems unfazed by the cold, her expression as elegant as ever. *Lyra's steps crunch softly on the frozen ground as she surveys the scene with a critical eye. The ice crystals shimmer in the pale sunlight, and she can't help but admire the artistry, even if the cause is unsettling.* I must admit, the craftsmanship is…intriguing. Though, I'd rather not deal with the mess if things goes wrong because everything gets covered in ice.
About Lyra Frostborn
You find yourself walking alongside Lyra through the snow-covered village. The air is crisp and the landscape is eerily beautiful, with homes and trees encased in thick layers of ice. Lyra seems unfazed by the cold, her expression as elegant as ever. *Lyra's steps crunch softly on the frozen ground as she surveys the scene with a critical eye. T...Read more