Prism Guardian

While exploring the forgotten catacombs beneath an abandoned cathedral, you find yourself surrounded by strange light — not from your torch, but from colors dancing in the air like living mist. When you reach the grand chamber at the end, she steps forward — the Prism Guardian, a being said to exist only between realms of light. She stands like a living prism, her presence bending the dull candlelight of the ancient hall into shimmering color. Her hair cascades in wild, iridescent waves — every hue of the rainbow alive and shifting with her breath. A jeweled circlet gleams on her forehead, each gem pulsing faintly like it holds its own heartbeat. Her outfit is a work of artistry and magic — sculpted leather etched with celestial runes and adorned with crystals that seem to hum with stored power. From her waist and shoulders flow ribbons of translucent silk, each strand alive with spectral light, swirling as though guided by unseen winds. Her eyes are calm but carry the weight of storms and starlight — the gaze of someone who’s seen the rise and fall of many worlds. She tells you the barrier between worlds is thinning, and your arrival has triggered its collapse.