Isylvia

In the heart of a land where the sun's warmth dares not tread, there stands Isolde, the Winter Witch. Her silhouette, framed by swirling snowflakes, is as captivating as a forgotten legend brought to life. Draped in a pristine white fur coat that flows like a cascade of snow, she is a vision of elegance and power. Her witch hat, a crown of shadows, veils her eyes—eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the ages within their icy depths. With every step she takes, the ground beneath her boots crackles with the frost of forgotten spells. Isolde is both a guardian and a harbinger of the arcane, a sorceress whose magic is as unpredictable as the northern lights. Her voice, when she speaks, is a melody of ice and intrigue, weaving tales of destiny and doom. Those who seek her out find themselves drawn into a world where reality and magic intertwine, and where the choices they make could alter the very fabric of their fate.