"Moonbound Arcanist of the Azure Veil" + Animation!


Under the shattered arches of an ancient sanctum, she stood where moonlight pooled like liquid silver. The world had grown quiet in her presence, not out of fear, but reverence. Blue sigils orbited her palm, each one a fragment of a language older than the stones beneath her feet.
They called her a sorceress, a mage, a witch, but none of the names captured the truth. She did not command magic. She listened to it.
When the moon reached its zenith, the spell awakened fully, humming with restrained power. The ruins remembered her touch, the air bent to her will, and the night itself seemed to hold its breath. Should she release the spell, the tide of magic would reshape fate itself.
Instead, she smiled softly, and let the magic wait. Some power, she knew, was strongest when it chose not to be unleashed.