The Ember Queen

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In the cursed heart of the Ashenwood, where the trees whisper secrets to the wind and the ground burns with ancient fire, she emerged under the blood-stained moon—Nyxara, the Ember Queen.
Once a royal guardian of the Moonspire Citadel, Nyxara was betrayed by those she swore to protect. Burned by dark sorcery and left to perish in the volcanic abyss, she was reborn in flame and shadow, her soul bound to the infernal blade Ashmourne. The blade pulses with every heartbeat of the dying earth, feeding on her fury and the echoes of forgotten gods.
With feline grace and eyes glowing like twin stars of wrath, Nyxara is more than human—her sharpened ears rise like obsidian crowns above her midnight hair, and her reflexes are swift as lightning, silent as shadow. The cursed forest bends to her will, and the once-proud castle that cast her out now cowers behind its cold stone walls.
She is no longer protector of the realm... but queen of retribution.
And the night has only just begun to burn.