Aeyon

In the shattered lands of Eldheria, where charred castles litter the horizon, there was one name no one dared speak too loudly: Aeyon, the Silent Dragon Knight.
She was not a knight of honor nor a savior in shining steel. Aeyon was a fire storm in armor, her soul bound to the fire-blood of the ancient wyrm Vaelthar. Her helm bore curved horns like a dragon’s crown, her eyes glowed with embers, and her blade sang with heat as though it were forged from a living furnace.
“Bow or burn , Her mercy is ash, her justice is fire.”