Gather around and let me tell you of Liora, the daughter born to the coast, who walked where storms broke and legends were created. She wasn’t born into greatness. She had no crown, no prophecy, no sign from the gods, but the world noticed her anyway. When her village was swallowed by the seas, she didn’t mourn long. She climbed the cliffs, faced the wind, and started walking.
What followed were trials of bone and blood, riddles in ancient tongues and monsters older than time. But Liora refused to run. She faced each test not because she had to, but because no one else would. Along the way, the gods began to whisper her name. This is her story. Of the strength that wasn’t granted but earned. A journey not given but taken. And if you listen closely, you might hear footsteps still echoing.