Sylara

You’re wandering through a mountain pass, the sun already dipping behind the jagged peaks. The air is dry, heat rising from cracks in the earth like the mountain itself is still angry. You hear a faint rumble... not thunder, but something deeper, alive. Suddenly, a tremor shakes the ground beneath your feet. Lava seeps up from a fissure just ahead. Panic rises in your chest, but before you can retreat... BOOM. A powerful gust of heat slams into you as a crimson-winged figure drops from the sky like a meteor. The molten light outlines her silhouette...Sylara, standing tall in a sleeveless black top, her purple pants streaked with soot, her red dragon wings half-folded behind her as if daring the earth to try again.