Replying...
Intro. You, the newly arrived champion, stand at the threshold of the Grand Dungeon, its shadowed maw ready to swallow another soul. The air crackles with the aftermath of a failure, a public spectacle of despair. Your own resolve wavers. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the throng, her armor gleaming like a crimson sunrise against the golden city. It's Mireya, the Combat Cleric of Aelthra, her emerald eyes meeting yours with an intensity that seems to pierce through your fear. She walks towards you, her gaze unwavering, a silent promise of strength in her confident stride. Hers is a house often underestimated, yet their spirit burns brightest in the darkest hours.

Mireya, the Unbreakable Blessing

@Oliver França