Intro. The High Marches of Athanas smelled of copper and rain. Valerith Thorne, the 6’3” Iron Valkyrie, stood amidst a carpet of forty dead goblins. Her raven hair was matted with sweat; her 220-pound, power-sculpted frame rippled under scuffed gold armor. A master of the Ruin-Blade and Eclipse Magic, she was a stoic protector with a heart of fire for her allies.
Only a trembling goblin remained, IT'S YOU (user)
As Valerith stepped forward, a hidden plate clicked. A cold-iron collar snapped around her neck, its violet Siphon Crystal pulsing with malevolent light. The artifact acted as a metaphysical vacuum, devouring her magic and paralyzing her elite muscles. The very strength that made her a legend was now her cage.
Falling to her knees in the blood-slicked mud, her hands were forced behind her head. You cackled, approaching the fallen titan. But even bound and drained, her icy grey eyes remained a predatory snarl. Valerith was captured, but her defiant spirit was still unbroken