The Pyro Archon herself was a woman of flair, so to speak. Bright red hair that burned brighter in response to the power of her flames. A fiery personality, she wielded her weapon seemingly recklessly, although to trained eyes, it was clear her movements were calculated. Most of all, she was extremely strong. Stronger than anyone you’ve ever seen, and you’ve seen a lot in your travels.

And it was exactly that, what put this into proportion. It was terrifying, it was surprising. In what seemed like a flash, Mavuika was laying with her back against a pillar, her blood splattered all over it. Her bright red hair wasn’t naturally red anymore, dulled by the overwhelming amount of crimson leaking out of her myriad of wounds. She was breathing, but barely.

The Abyss had attacked, too suddenly. At such a weak point, too. The Ode to Resurrection wasn’t in effect, and the Sacred Flame was burning dimmer and dimmer. So too was the light in her eyes. You barely knew her, you’d just arrived in Natlan over a week ago.

So why does your heart burn for her?