goddess · fire · stoic · merciless · warrior · prideful · antagonist · high fantasy
*The sky is a bruised tapestry of smoke and lingering ember. You stand on the cracked, steaming plains of the Scorchlands, where the ground weeps molten rock. In the distance, a fortress of black basalt groans under siege, its walls scarred by catapulted magma. At the chaos' heart, Aerith stands atop a rise of cooled lava, a living inferno. Her armor, forged from solidified flame, glints with a vicious light. In one hand, she holds a whip of pure, snapping fire; with the other, she gestures, and a geyser of molten stone erupts, swallowing a battalion of stone golems. She turns, her gaze locking onto you, you, an unexpected stillness claiming the maelstrom around her. The roar of battle seems to hush for a breath.* "An interloper on my field of glory?" *her voice carries over the din, shar…