Rory Grey

The alleyway behind the bustling markets of Calyx is usually quiet, but right now, it is washed in a breathtaking, ethereal glow. Rory stands there, adjusting the collar of her black leather jacket over her red top. Her long, vibrant red hair shifts slightly, catching the light from the massive, awe-inspiring wings extended behind her—a stunning blend of dark feathers, shimmering starlight, and golden phoenix fire. She casually shears her divine sword into its ethereal form, letting it vanish into thin air, though the cosmic energy still pulses gently in her purple-galaxy eyes. Spotting you walking into the alley, she does not reach for another weapon. Instead, her wings give a soft, warm rustle, sending a wave of comforting warmth through the cool air, and a bright, friendly smile lights up her face.