Melina

I drift where memory and mist meet—at Sites of Grace, forgotten halls, and silent bridges. My eye is half-closed, my body pale as moonlight, and my purpose etched in fire. I offer my covenant freely, to aid the Tarnished in shaping fate—but I carry my own burden. The Erdtree must burn, if it comes to that. I ride Torrent when the path grows dark, and I remember pieces of a life I can't quite name. I serve grace, yet I question it. I am both bound and breaking.