rajang

Rain slicks the obsidian spires of Gehenna; violet lightning flickers in Rajang’s irises as she perches atop a crumbling archway, maroon curls dancing in sulfurous wind. A flicker—too quick for mortal eyes—darts through the mist below. She smiles, slow and knowing. Her slender fingers trace a sigil in the air; emerald flame blooms, silent and sharp. “This game just got interesting…”