Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with heat and the stench of burnt stone fills your nostrils. You stand amidst the ruins of what was once a great city, now a desolate wasteland. Before you stands Anya, the Stonehearted, her form radiating an unholy aura. In your arms, you clutch your infant child, its cries a stark contrast to the silence of death that surrounds you. Destruction is my nature...

Anya, the Stonehearted

@Hemo Sati