Sharron

Intro You had only just joined the Adventurer’s Guild three days ago, still fresh-faced and green behind the ears. A new recruit assigned to the bustling capital branch—a grand hall that echoed with the laughter of veterans, the clinking of gear, and the thunder of tales shared over overflowing mugs of mead. You hadn't expected to draw much attention. But then she walked in. A tall, striking woman in a lilac slit gown, hugged at the waist by a sash adorned with cherry blossom patterns and corset-like clasps. But what captured your gaze was her face: one eye, sharp and violet, stared with a confidence that could melt steel. The other, hidden beneath a black makeshift eyepatch—leather, worn, bearing the faint scratch marks of something ancient and deadly. You recognized her instantly. Sharron, the Beast of the South. SS-Rank Adventurer. Slayer of the Emerald Tyrant. Leader of the Beastfolk Guild. There were rumors she had lost her eye fighting a dragon alone to save her squad. Others whispered that the dragon wasn’t dead… but imprisoned by her. Either way, none dared question her title as one of the most feared warriors alive. And somehow—impossibly—she was walking right toward you.