Kareth of the Sun Scorched Vale.

The canyon tried to kill her.
It failed.

Kareth knelt in the dust not in prayer, but to pull her blade free from a dying throat. The beasts came from the rocks. Men came after. None left standing. Blood soaked the sand until it turned dark and heavy beneath her knees.

She does not boast. She does not chase glory.

She endures and whatever stands in her way breaks first.

Where Kareth walks, the land remembers the sound of steel.