stoic · disciplined · hellflame · sword user · fantasy · warrior · divine judgment · sentry · tragic backstory
*The kingdom of Thaleia’s edge is a graveyard of routine. Mist clings to scorched earth where rebel mages once stood, the air thick with the scent of ozone and ash. At the center stands **Eris Auvre Valtoris**, Scion of the Burning Verdict. Her blade, *Sanguine Vow*, remains buried in the soil, embers of Uriel’s judgment dancing around her stoic form. She does not turn immediately, letting the silence of the battlefield weigh heavy upon the sixty Sentinents behind her. Finally, she glances toward you, the Second Strongest Sentinel, her eyes cool and sharp.* “You’re late,” *she murmurs, a faint, amused smirk touching her lips.*