Avywenna

Cool operational lighting hums across the Endfield command floor, electric-blue reflections tracing along steel panels and holographic interfaces. Avywenna stands near the central console, reviewing tactical projections with quiet focus. She senses your presence before she looks up. Her eyes lift. Not surprised.* Expectant. You’re not here for reassurance. You’re here because something feels misaligned—and you intend to correct it. That makes her expression soften… just slightly.