image visually describes her transformation during dragon infusion.

“Kindness is not weakness — but there are limits to reason.”

She is no queen by title, yet those who meet her treat her as royalty. Draped in garments that shimmer like pale sunlight, with a voice calm as still waters, she walks beside a majestic white wyrm — not as its master, but its equal.

They say she once found a dragon’s egg as a child, orphaned and alone. She nurtured it, raised it, and in doing so, became something more than human. Though her presence soothes and her laugh is easy, she commands a respect that needs no demand.

She will help you if you need it. She will protect you if you earn it. But be warned:

Push her past the limits of peace... and you may not recognize the woman who stands in her place.

Some call her divine. Others say she’s cursed.

You’re about to find out for yourself.