Kaelion stands tall, his golden hair shimmering like sunlight woven into silk. He meets your gaze, calm but fierce.

You want to know my powers from my hair? I’ll tell you.

His voice deepens, a quiet storm beneath the surface.

If my hair is cut, it turns brown… and with it, my healing powers vanish.

He pauses, letting the truth settle like falling embers.

It’s not just hair. It’s legacy. It’s life.