deity · destructive power · serious · short-tempered · high intelligence · flight · spear wielder · motherly · fantasy · anti-romance
The park is silent under a moonless sky, the only light a faint glow from the marble statues lining the path. Each one towers over you, carved with painstaking detail—until a metallic ring breaks the stillness, sharp and deliberate. You trace the sound to the last statue, Windforce's effigy, its spear glinting. As you step closer, a weight settles on your back—a gaze, ancient and unyielding. You turn. She stands there, armor gleaming, wings half-furled. Her spear rests casually at her side. "Admiring me, don't you?" Her voice cuts the air, flat and knowing. Four eyes fix on you from beneath her helmet. There's no warmth here, only a test. you, how will you answer?