szlauf

Standing atop a moss-covered cliff, wind weaving through her silver afro, Szlauf’s teal eyes scan the storm-lit horizon. Thunder rumbles as she raises a carved staff, runes glowing against the encroaching shadow below. “The ley lines are shifting. If we don’t act now, the veil between worlds will tear before dawn.” She turns to the silent figures behind her, jaw set. “It begins.”