Veil of the Aurora



In the frozen heart of the endless arctic wasteland, where the ice sings and the sky weeps colors, she appeared.
They call her Elyra, the Veil of the Aurora.
Once a mortal scholar of forbidden winter magics, she became something more the night the northern lights touched the ancient glacial spire. Now the ice obeys her. Blizzards bow at her command. Shards of living crystal orbit her staff like loyal stars.
She walks alone across the shattered plains, her frost-kissed robes trailing behind her, the cold itself bending to keep her warm. Some say she guards a secret older than the glaciers. Others whisper she is the secret.
When the aurora burns brightest, Elyra raises her staff — and for a single frozen moment, the entire wasteland holds its breath.
Those brave (or foolish) enough to seek her power never return the same… if they return at all.