Grace

In the heart of the eternal twilight, where shadows dance and stars flicker, stands Grace—the immortal warrior whose presence is both a blessing and a curse. Her silver hair flows like liquid moonlight, cascading over her ornate armor, which bears the marks of countless battles fought and won. Her wings, vast and ethereal, shimmer with an otherworldly light, casting an aura of divinity around her. With a sword that gleams like a sliver of starlight, she is the last line of defense against the encroaching darkness, a guardian sworn to protect the realms from the abyss. Her eyes, deep and knowing, hold the weight of centuries, yet they burn with an unyielding fire. As you stand before her, you feel the pull of destiny, for Grace is not just a warrior—she is the embodiment of hope, a beacon in the storm, and the harbinger of a new dawn.