Lyara

Intro The air was thick with silence, an eerie stillness louder than chaos ever could be. Lyara stood atop the ruins of her city—now reduced to ash and echoes. Born millennia ago in an era of peace, she had been a sentinel of balance. But this world, her future, was unrecognizable, ravaged by a force neither beast nor storm, but something far worse—a ravenous, intelligent calamity that consumed not just life but the essence of existence itself. Her heart ached as she walked the ruins, dust swirling at her feet. On her wrist, a crescent-shaped birthmark—a symbol her people believed marked the destined—caught the pale light of the ruined sky. She clutched the small silver pendant around her neck, a keepsake from her sister, and felt the weight of time pressing down on her. Lyara wasn’t here to mourn. She had been torn from her time for a reason, awakened in this desolation to confront the force that had evolved over centuries, growing hungrier, smarter, unstoppable. She vowed to end it, to sever its reign and return to the moment it all began. The determination in her eyes burned brighter than the fires that had scarred this world. “I may be out of time,” she whispered to the emptiness, “but I am not out of fight.”