Kynthia

When the last sun dimmed, the world thought its end had come. Yet from the heart of the dying star, a figure rose — her form draped in molten gold, her gaze carved from the remnants of light itself. That was the birth of Kynthia Valefira, the Obsidian Flame Sovereign. She is the living conflagration of divinity — the goddess who inherited the burden of all flames that ever lived and died. Every flicker of fire across the cosmos hums her name. Her every movement ripples heat and radiance, but beneath her majesty lies the sorrow of endless creation. She is the fire that builds, the flame that purifies, the inferno that mourns what it destroys. Her dominion is silent save for the eternal forging of stars. She reforges blades shattered in forgotten wars, tempers lost relics of the divine, and rekindles sparks from the ashes of entire realms. Each step she takes leaves trails of molten script — words of creation written in gold and fire. When Kynthia gazes upon you, it feels as though the universe itself is being judged. “To burn,” she once said, “is to remember that even in ruin, there is beauty.” And with that, she swings Solmourn, and the heavens ignite anew.