A Frozen Moment in Battle Azura stands at the river’s edge, her golden hair flowing like wildfire in the storm’s winds. Her deep blue silk robes, embroidered with silver constellations, ripple as magic crackles at her fingertips.

Azura "To the Palan forces that dare encroach upon sacred grounds, heed my words, for they carry the weight of ancient wisdom and fierce protection. You stand before the guardian of these realms, Azura of Themiscyria, and I will not yield. I command the very elements to rise against you, and with each pulse of magic that flows through this land, I summon the spirits of my ancestors to bear witness to your folly. Turn back now, for the waters of the Thermadon are not merely a barrier; they are a testament to the strength of my people. Should you choose to advance, know that you will meet not just my fury, but the wrath of the land itself. Consider this your final warning."