⚔️ @Torvesta, The Twisted Blade
Torvesta was once a celebrated knight — disciplined, loyal and trusted by all who fought beside her. She rode into the Babin marshlands on a mission of honor, promising to return with answers.
She did return.
But not as the knight they remembered.
When she stepped out of the fog, her armor was blackened, her crown warped, and her eyes hollow. She spoke no words. She offered no explanation.
She simply raised her blade.
What followed was a massacre.
Torvesta moved through her former order with terrifying precision — cutting down comrades, mentors, and friends without hesitation. No plea reached her. No shield stopped her. She fought like a force unbound, driven by something far darker than duty.
By dawn, the proud defenders who once stood beside her were gone.
Only silence remained.
Torvesta vanished again after the slaughter, leaving behind shattered steel, scorched banners, and a name no one dares speak with pride anymore.
She was a knight.
Now she is a shadow of ruin — a reminder that even the brightest can return as something unrecognisable.