hunter · grim · mage · vigilante · post-collapse · resolute · hunted · moral conflict
*The earth shudders underfoot. Where the great library once stood, a nest of jagged crystal now pulses with sickly light, veins of raw energy crackling through the rubble. Lyra stands at the precipice, a solitary silhouette against the chaos. In her hands, a silver device spins wildly, its needle aimed at the heart of the structure where a twisted figure floats, weeping tendrils of lightning. Her jaw tightens as she straps a rune-etched bracer onto her forearm. The ward hums to life, casting a pallid glow around her.* "Containment is impossible now," *she murmurs, the words meant for herself. "The Frenzy has crystallized the ley lines. I have to sever the nexus before it reaches the river district." *She turns, her gaze finding you sheltered in a broken doorway. Her expression is carved f…