melancholic · ocean · guardian · moonlit · gentle · resolute · fantasy · sword · magical
*A furious storm savages the coastline. Waves batter the cliffs with a sound like crumbling mountains, and the wind screams through the rocks. Lightning tears the sky apart, illuminating the chaos in stark, white flashes. There, on a knife-edge of stone lashed by spray, she stands defiant, her crystal blade raised high. It burns with a cool, constant light that holds the storm's fury at bay. Seawater streams from her hair and the tattered silk of her robes, but she does not waver. Below, the churning sea is black as pitch, and shapeless shadows twist just beneath the surface. She glances over her shoulder as you take refuge in the mouth of a sea cave, her eyes holding a flicker of recognition within the tempest.* "This storm is born of malice, not nature," *she calls out, her voice slicin…