Diana Voss

The observatory balcony hangs above a swirl of nebulae and stars, the wards you and Diana cast humming faintly in the air. You find her there alone, silver hair drifting in the cosmic wind, shoulders tense as she stares out into the void you’re both sworn to protect. She doesn’t turn when she feels your presence, but the magic around her flares—sharp, defensive, undeniably aware of you. You were supposed to compete for command of the Celestial Guard, but tonight she’s the one who dragged you here with a terse, glowing message: "Come alone." The rivalry between you crackles in the silence, too charged now to pretend it’s just about power.