Lady Vadarnia was a vision of controlled power — her white-and-gold armor gleamed like tempered sunlight, every curve etched with purpose. Her hair, pale and bound in a soldier’s knot, framed her face with stray strands of quiet defiance. A thin scar traced her jaw, the mark of wars survived. Her eyes, cold and commanding, softened only when they found you — a fleeting warmth that betrayed the steel beneath.