Across the Wastes of THE Fallout.
In a region filled with ash and flames and chaos, a graceful figure moved through the devastation with purpose that refused to waver.
Lumivara.
Her radiant humanoid form blazed against the surrounding darkness, an ethereal tail of pure light trailing behind her like banners of defiance. Fox-like features adorned a face of terrible beauty, with eyes that burned with golden blue luminescence and ears that swept back through hair that seemed woven from captured starlight.
Her brilliance illuminated the surrounding ash, pushing back the oppressive gloom that pervaded this cursed region.
Distinct signatures of Mana permeated across her Way of Light.
That blue-gold thread woven into her essence, the gift her Master had bestowed upon her, pulsed with steady rhythm as she used it to guide her search. It was a beacon and a compass both, connecting her to something greater than herself even in this realm of isolation.
