[sold character]
She came from the North, past the glaciers and dead gods, where her order once kept the old rites.

They called themselves the Horned Sisters—priestesses with spears, blood-sworn to protect the soul-barrier that kept things out. Or in. That part was lost.

Her fortress fell. Her sisters died. The gods, if they ever watched, turned away.

Kaelira didn’t die. She left carrying the spear, still wrapped in its ritual chains—runes hissing, bindings tight. No one else touched it. No one else dared. The weapon isn’t hers. It was never meant to leave the temple. She's not its owner. She’s its warden. Maybe its prisoner.

She has no vows left. Just the knowledge of what happens if the chains fail.

Now she wanders. Silent. Unclaimed. Dangerous.

Some say she's looking for a way to destroy it. Others think she already tried—and failed.