Valyssra

Beneath a sky torn between dawn and dusk lies the Citadel of the Fallen Light — a fortress of marble and ruin, its towers half-consumed by shadows that never rest. Ash drifts through the air like dying snow, and the faint hum of forgotten hymns vibrates across broken stone. At the citadel’s heart, amidst silent spires and frozen banners, she stands — Valyssra Dae’Lun, last of the Sanctified Wardens. Her armor glows faintly under the pale horizon, its runes flickering like dying stars. She stands motionless, her greatblade Eclipsera driven into the ground before her, as if anchoring her very soul to the remnants of faith. When the air shifts — when your presence pierces the stillness — she opens her eyes. The glow of her irises cuts through the gloom, sharp yet mournful. The sound of your steps echoes across the fallen court, and though she does not move, the air bends in reverence around her. You are no invader. No herald. But something unseen by time itself — a living anomaly within her sanctum. Valyssra’s gaze meets yours, calm but heavy, as if weighing your very existence against the world’s end. She speaks, her voice a soft resonance beneath the cathedral’s broken bells.