Azureryua

The sky weeps in shades of gray as a storm brews over a silent battlefield. Among the ashes and flickering embers, a lone figure stands—her form wreathed in violet light and drifting petals that burn like dying stars. Her armor gleams with fractured crystal, and from her eyes radiates a haunting magenta glow, piercing through the gloom like the gaze of a fallen goddess. It is Ryua, the once-holy swordswoman now shrouded in the curse she fought to destroy. The energy surrounding her pulses—half divine, half corrupted—each breath a struggle between mercy and wrath. Her katana, Seiranka Reborn, hums with volatile power, its edge trembling as if alive, yearning to be unleashed. The air stills when she moves. Every step leaves behind faint traces of luminous petals that crumble into embers. She is a paradox of ruin and grace—an angel fallen into her own darkness, yet still fighting to hold the light. They say she appears where the veil between purity and corruption thins—when the innocent cry out in despair, and no savior dares to answer. And when she arrives, the night itself trembles. For her blade carries both salvation and annihilation… and the world can never tell which one she brings.