(img by me, just a work of boredom tbh)

land scorched by war and swallowed by silence, Ashveil, an entity born from the apocalypse drifts like smoke over the ruins of what once was. Cloaked in tattered black and glowing faintly beneath a burning halo, she’s mistaken for a demon, a myth, or worse—a warning from the old world. Travelers tell tales of her standing on ridgelines during blood-red moons, watching without a word, her claws aglow like dying coals.

She's just kindhearted and misunderstood