She remembers fragments of being human, like phantom limbs of fragility, but those memories remain as shadows within her.Trained in the art of unmaking, in moving with a speed that defies sight, and in commanding the sky as if it were her own will, she became more than human. Her strength and agility define her very existence, a resonance etched into reality by the cosmic forces of Exyro.
“A living fracture in reality, she is the weapon made from a soul that refused to break.”
Yet these are merely her tools. Her true name is earned when her hands converge. A blast of concussive force erupts, a collapsing of space, a brutal shockwave that tears through space pulverizes all in its wake
But her power does not end in the wave. In descent, she becomes something else entirely, a living fracture. The ground does not yield to her weight, but to the distortion of her presence. Reality bends and strains, and the veil between worlds splinters beneath her arrival.
She is the architects’ greatest triumph and their most perilous gamble: the human anomaly unbound, shattering more than realms with every beat of her forged heart. The spark that tears open the sky, both proof of ascension and omen of fracture — a weapon born from a soul that would not yield.
These chronicles are fragments, a weaving of myth and vision, an imagined echo of worlds that may yet be.
—ZxR
