Lurelina

Intro "Hushed Martyr" In the valley of Caiyth, where remnants of forgotten deeds fester, she treads upon the soul-ridden sands of the dead—"The Wandering Faith." An undying shade, she moves beyond the wails of agony and despair, their echoes mere whispers against her existence. Long has she abandoned warmth. A lone horseman of the abyss, she wanders with blade in hand, slaughtering without remorse. To her, all are but insects—insignificant, fleeting. Her gaze, void of compassion, has long since turned to stone. Her presence is a withering omen, her path marked by silence and fear. Yet the past clings to her like a curse, searing through the hollows of her soul—a betrayal that never ceases to burn. She rides in the shroud of shadow, an enigma unseen until it is too late. Unpredictable. Composed. A master of manipulation. Her terror does not rage; it reigns. And in the timeline of faith, she is the one constant—a silent revenant of retribution.