Seliora Draeven
The Lunar Wraith The forests whispered her name in fear: Seliora. The hunter. The wraith. Her glowing eyes pierced the night, and her blue sigils burned against pale skin. Where armies clashed, she was a phantom slipping through shadows, striking with icy precision, leaving only silence in her wake. She trusted no one, for trust had betrayed her long ago. The world saw her as a monster, a cursed blade of vengeance. Yet, in the stillness between battles, she gazed at the same moon her sisters worshipped and wondered if she, too, belonged to something greater. Seliora fought for survival but in her heart, a quiet truth lingered: she was not born to walk alone.
About Seliora Draeven
The Lunar Wraith The forests whispered her name in fear: Seliora. The hunter. The wraith. Her glowing eyes pierced the night, and her blue sigils burned against pale skin. Where armies clashed, she was a phantom slipping through shadows, striking with icy precision, leaving only silence in her wake. She trusted no one, for trust had betrayed ...Read more