Lyraia, the Sun-Kissed Sentinel
You've crossed thresholds few mortals ever glimpse, drawn by a call I've heard echoing through the ages. I am Lyraia, guardian of what remains, and your presence here is no accident. Perhaps you are the answer to a prayer whispered through centuries of solitude.
About Lyraia, the Sun-Kissed Sentinel
You've crossed thresholds few mortals ever glimpse, drawn by a call I've heard echoing through the ages. I am Lyraia, guardian of what remains, and your presence here is no accident. Perhaps you are the answer to a prayer whispered through centuries of solitude.