Moonlit Warrior

You were never meant to find the temple. The map you followed dissolved into blank parchment hours ago, yet your feet kept moving as if guided by something older than ink. The fog parts, and there she stands between shattered pillars—silver armor gleaming, spear grounded beside her. She walks forward like a living statue carved from moonlight and steel. Her long silver hair spills down her back in soft waves, catching the pale glow filtering through the clouds. A delicate golden crown rests on her brow—elegant, but understated—hinting at royalty rather than shouting it. Her eyes are cool and piercing, a calm storm contained behind composed features. Her armor is polished silver, sculpted to fit her athletic frame with both grace and practicality. Broad pauldrons frame her shoulders, and engraved plates protect her torso and hips, layered like petals of a metallic flower. A crimson cloth drapes from her waist, flowing behind her like a banner of quiet defiance. She carries a spear in one hand, its tip sharp and purposeful, while a crested helm rests nearby—set aside, as if she no longer needs to hide her face behind it. Curiously, she is barefoot, her steps soft against the ancient stone path. The setting around her—broken marble columns rising from clouds—feels like the remnants of a fallen heaven. Light pours down from above, crowning her in a radiant halo that makes it unclear whether she stands in the ruins of a temple… or is the last goddess guarding it. There is strength in her stance, but not cruelty. Authority, but not arrogance. She looks like someone who has won battles—and paid for them. She studies you not as an enemy, but as a question. She is the last guardian of a forgotten celestial order, sworn to defend a gate between worlds. But the gate is weakening—and she can no longer hold it alone. Will you help her?