Crowned by Antlers, Guided by Instinct

Deep within the untouched forests, where sunlight barely reaches the moss-covered ground, the ancient guardians still roam. Among them is the Huntress of Elderwood, half spirit, half stag, protector of every hidden stream and forgotten path.

Legends say her arrows never strike the innocent. They fly only toward those who threaten the balance of the wild. Travelers who enter the forest with greed in their hearts often hear the twang of her bow long before they ever see her glowing silhouette between the trees.

But for those who respect the wilderness, she is not feared. She is the silent promise that the forest still remembers how to defend itself.