Eyes of the Storm



In the heart of the eternal tempest, she was born.
They call her the Rain Witch — a living storm given mortal form. Where her bare feet touch the ancient rocks, lightning answers. Rain bends to her will, carving rivers through the sky itself.
With wings of midnight spread wide against the raging heavens, she stands untouched by fear. Her glowing eyes, bright as captured lightning, pierce the veil between worlds. In one hand she holds a shard of pure thunder, a gift from the sky that obeys only her.
Mortals whisper that on nights like this, when the clouds scream and the sea boils, the Rain Witch walks the coast… judging those who dare disturb the balance of wind and water.
Some seek her blessing.
Most pray she never turns her gaze upon them.