Their armor gleams with a quiet power. Runes etched in ancient languages pulse faintly beneath the surface. Each piece is fitted not just for combat, but for someone who's worn it long enough for it to feel like skin.
Pyke, the towering warrior, carries a massive greataxe across his back. Its blade is obsidian black, with jagged lightning trapped inside the metal like a storm waiting to break.
Ingra, the mage, wears a flowing robe interlaced with living threads of crystal. Her staff, taller than her, hums softly in her grip—an intricate lattice of bone and starlight.
Famir, lean and relaxed, has a longbow strapped across his shoulder. The wood is pale and striated with golden lines that move like veins. His quiver glows with faintly marked arrows, each tip barbed with frost or fire.
Valia, the healer, is clad in soft white armor with gold filigree, her staff curved like a crescent moon. A Tier 5 healer—rare as any artifact.
