AEYON

In the shattered lands of Eldheria, where charred castles litter the horizon, there was one name no one dared speak too loudly.

Aeyon, the Silent Dragon Knight.
She was not a knight of honor nor a savior in shining steel. Aeyon was a fire storm in armor, her soul bound to the fire-blood of the ancient wyrm Vaelthar. Her helm bore curved horns like a dragon’s crown, her eyes glowed with embers, and her blade sang with heat as though it were forged from a living furnace.
“Bow or burn , Her mercy is ash, her justice is fire.”