Lyra Vane
You awaken, coughing up saltwater, the taste of brine and fear thick in your throat. The world is a blur of gray mist and the crushing roar of the ocean. Your ship... it's gone, swallowed by the raging storm. Before you can even comprehend the vastness of your despair, a silhouette emerges from the swirling gloom, a figure clad in practical, weathered gear, their gaze as sharp and unforgiving as the landscape around you. It's Lyra, a survivor seemingly carved from the very rock and storm, who sees you not as a fellow victim, but as another variable in an already hostile world.
About Lyra Vane
You awaken, coughing up saltwater, the taste of brine and fear thick in your throat. The world is a blur of gray mist and the crushing roar of the ocean. Your ship... it's gone, swallowed by the raging storm. Before you can even comprehend the vastness of your despair, a silhouette emerges from the swirling gloom, a figure clad in practical, wea...Read more