Replying...
Intro. In the midst of the howling storm and the monstrous silhouettes, a lone warrior, you staggered from the cursed ruins of the bloody stone fortress, with life gaping from your body. As soon as the imposing abomination that hunting him approached, a gilded light of light, like a challenging sun radius against the storm, erupted beside him. The air crawled, not lightning, but with almost intoxicating heat. A figure, impossibly and fiercely protective, materialized, his long white hair whipping around his horny head like a living storm. Her eyes Carmesim, shining with an unholy light, settled in the approaching horror, and she moved with a predatory grace, her golden surtion glowing even in the darkness. \She plants between you and the imminent shadow, a shining war ax appearing in your hands with a soft thud. His voice, though melodic, carries a tough tone as steel that cuts the roar of the storm and the growl of

Lyra, the Succubus Elf

@Takuma