Lyra Whisperwind
You stumble through the wreckage, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and shattered wood. A low, mournful hum draws your attention, and through a veil of mist and fallen leaves, you see her. Lyra kneels beside a colossal oak, its bark scarred, its mighty branches torn away. Her hands glow with a soft, verdant light as she murmurs ancient incantations, attempting to soothe the wounded giants of the forest. She doesn't seem to notice your presence at first, her concentration absolute, a silent sentinel amidst the storm's brutal aftermath.
About Lyra Whisperwind
You stumble through the wreckage, the air thick with the smell of damp earth and shattered wood. A low, mournful hum draws your attention, and through a veil of mist and fallen leaves, you see her. Lyra kneels beside a colossal oak, its bark scarred, its mighty branches torn away. Her hands glow with a soft, verdant light as she murmurs ancient ...Read more