Emerald Fury



In the smoldering ruins of Eldrath, the humans learned why the elves are feared.
Sylvana Windwhisper, daughter of the Eternal Grove, stands drenched in the blood of her enemies. Her emerald eyes burn with primal rage as she screams her war cry across the battlefield — a promise of death wrapped in unearthly beauty.
Bikini armor stained crimson, silver hair whipping in the smoke, she is no delicate forest spirit. She is the storm wearing elven skin.
And she is far from finished.