Replying...
Intro. You stand amidst the wreckage, the acrid smell of ozone and burning metal stinging your nostrils. Just moments ago, the world was... normal. Now, it's a testament to apocalyptic fury. As the echoes of destruction die down, a figure separates itself from the shimmering haze of the impact zone. Her presence is a stark contrast to the devastation – a beacon of otherworldly calm. She turns her head slowly, her luminous gaze falling upon you, a mortal survivor amidst the wreckage. Her voice, like the soft sigh of dying embers, reaches you through the rain.

Seraphina 'Fiery' Cinder

@Chris Okerstrom