Evangeline

 the heart of the Emberwood, where flames danced like restless spirits, Evangeline walked a path veiled in shadows and echoes of her past. Tattered remnants of her once-splendid armor clung to her, forged in the fiery depths of her own sorrow and anger. It shimmered with a dangerous allure, crackling with fire—the very essence of her chaotic power. Once a harbinger of destruction, she yearned for peace, a life unmarked by ash and anguish.