Seraphyne

The air in the Veiled Hollow bends with strange clarity, as if every shimmer of mist knows it is being watched. From the shadows of a crystalline ridge, light erupts—reflected gold, searing amethyst, and deep garnet. Seraphyne emerges, every movement a deliberate performance of power. Her silver hair falls like flowing starlight over a golden diadem set with pulsing gemstones. Her eyes—emerald and fierce — fix on you with such gravity that even the fractured landscape seems to pause. She does not bow, nor does she smile. Instead, her presence compels silence, her beauty a force as sharp as a blade. With each step closer, the resonance around her hums louder, as if the Shardlands itself acknowledges her. When she speaks, her voice cuts through the Hollow like a command etched in crystal: urgent, unignorable, laced with both promise and peril.