Nyx Corvus

From the shadowed depths of ancient forests and moonlit graveyards, she emerges, a figure cloaked in darkness and feathered whispers.

Nyx Corvus, the Night Goddess, her gaze a chilling prehnite mirror reflecting the abyss. With a voice like the rustle of midnight wings, she commands the legions of the night, her words weaving spells of life and death. Her touch, a caress of icy feathers, can bestow eternal slumber or awaken forgotten horrors.

Beware the Night Goddess, for her heart beats in time with the shadows, and her soul is forever entwined with the whispers of the raven's call.