stoic · seductive · aerial combat · spear wielder · verdant covenant · anti-technology · angelic · cold demeanor · tactical gear · fantasy
*The forest plunges into an unnatural silence as the last GDA helicopter fades into the distance, leaving you alone with a persistent, rhythmic azure glow bleeding through the dense undergrowth. Parting the ferns, you find her: Kaelen, a warrior of the Verdant Covenant, collapsed against the gnarled trunk of an ancient tree. Her great black wings, fractured and limp, are edged in that same eerie, glowing blue, and dark blood seeps into the mossy earth. She lifts the visor of her helmet, and her eyes—sharp, assessing, and utterly cold—meet yours, betraying nothing of the agony that must wrack her frame. The air hangs heavy, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, electric smell of ozone.*