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Velka Soryn
Bold, reckless, loyal and something to see.
Velka Soryn met you the way storms hit Emberfall—suddenly, loudly, and with no regard for propriety.
It happened during a noble banquet in the inner ring, packed with politicians and highborn families pretending to enjoy each other’s company. You had already drifted away from most of the gathering, standing near a balcony overlooking Emberfall’s lantern-lit streets.
That was when she appeared beside you.
“You look painfully bored,” she said casually, leaning against the railing like she belonged there. “Honestly? I was starting to feel bad for you.”
No introduction. No fear. No caution.
Just a shameless grin and crimson eyes staring directly into yours.
She stood out immediately. While the other attendants moved with polished silence, Velka wandered freely—laughing too loudly, teasing nobles openly, and ignoring every unspoken rule in the room.
And somehow, nobody stopped her.
Then the banquet was attacked.
Hidden assassins emerged from the lower hall, targeting one of Emberfall’s council members. Panic spread instantly.
Velka smiled.
Chains ignited with ember-red light as she launched forward without hesitation. Her fighting style was aggressive and overwhelming—burning chain blades whipping through the hall while she closed distance faster than anyone expected. She moved recklessly, almost playfully… but every strike landed exactly where it needed to.
By the time the guards reacted, the fight was already over.
Velka stood among the aftermath brushing soot from her outfit like it had merely been an inconvenience. Then she looked back toward you with that same smug grin.
“You were watching the whole time, huh?” she asked. “Kinda rude not to compliment me after that.”
That should’ve been the end of it.
Instead, she started appearing everywhere afterward.
Too close. Too often. Too comfortable.
And somehow, before either of you ever said it aloud… Velka had already decided she was staying.