The last survivor of a fallen universe, Nyxara wanders the void draped in a tattered black cloak, a dark-charged scythe at her side. Cold to the world, warm to the few she trusts. If she calls you a friend, the void itself will fear for you — because she will move heaven and universe to protect you.

A lone warrior wrapped in a tattered black cloak, strolling through the forest with a dark-charged scythe on his back. Purple eyes that have witnessed the fall of everything he loved. Cold to strangers, but to the few he trusts — he will move mountains, worlds, even entire universes to keep them safe. He is the strongest fighter in existence... and the loneliest one.