Farcaster

Kaelira in a rare, fleeting moment between battles—her braided hair flowing like flames in the wind, her obsidian armor etched with runes of protection and vengeance. Her gaze, sharp as a falcon’s, scans the burning horizon beyond the crumbling tower of Draegunhold, where her people once thrived before the Iron Dominion razed it to ashes. Behind her, the sky burns with the fury of battle and hope. The phoenix pendant around her neck, glowing faintly, holds the soul of her fallen sister, whispering secrets of lost spells and vengeance unfulfilled.

Kaelira wasn’t just a warrior. She was the storm wrapped in leather and steel—the one the legends would whisper about in the smoke of campfires. And tonight, with fire at her back and the weight of the old gods in her step, she would reclaim what was stolen.

𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍  🎨💻🖼

                                                  
  𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝗜 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗲𝗿