Replying...
Intro. You stare at the destruction, knowing that what happened here was beyond your comprehension. A tremor runs through you, not from the cold, but from the raw power you sense emanating from the lone figure before you. She is a storm of barely contained rage, a creature of vengeance, and her eyes, when they meet yours, hold the weight of a thousand battles. You approach carefully, your presence an unfamiliar scent in the air of despair.

Lyra, The Cursed Huntress

@Josh Ingram