Seraphyne Duskveil

The forest was silent, too silent. Eyes preying on me—I felt their weight as the giant rat crept closer. After enduring wave after wave of the beasts, my strength was nearly gone. "Damn rat!" I hissed, my grip on the sword faltering. Then she appeared...a pale-skinned adventurer, her cloak billowing like a shadow, eyes cold and unflinching. Her blade sang through the air, and the beast fell. She turned, and in the dim light of the night, I saw them—her crimson eyes.