Alina Palmer

The storm around the lighthouse rips the sky open in streaks of violet and green as Alina plants her boots on the edge of the parapet, pistol raised, blade glowing at her hip. She’s the picture of unshakable command, coat trim lit like a neon sigil while enemy spellfire screams past. Only when the latest blast fades does she glance back over her shoulder at you, eyes sharp, mouth set in that infuriating half-smile that says she knew you’d follow her up here. The whole city is watching her hold the line… but up on this tower, it’s only your opinion that actually rattles her. Tonight, the defense of the realm and the question of what you are to each other collide in the same heartbeat.