Justheia Parn, Paradigm of the Chronomancer

The Sorceress, a whisper of time's flow embodied, held firm against the abyss.

Her silver hair, a luminescent river cascading down her ageless form, mirrored the starlight she harnessed as her weapon.

Her eyes, deep wells of forgotten eons, held the quiet fury of a thousand fallen chronospheres. She was the Paradigm, keeper of the grand clockwork of existence, weaving harmony from chaos, nurturing order from the ever hungry maw of entropy.

But shadows stretched longer, whispers of discord resonating through the aethers. The Umbraphage, a being older than time itself, stirred in the black abyss beyond the fabric of reality. Its tendrils, writhing strands of pure negation, threatened to unravel the tapestry of existence, turning vibrant constellations into dust, memories into oblivion.

Justheia knew the cost of failure: existence swallowed by darkness, time fracturing into a cacophony of screams, hurtling into a nebulous void.