A lone figure emerges from the mist-shrouded cityscape, a young female vigilante propelled by an otherworldly force known as a Glimmerwight. Her presence is a whispered rumor, a flicker of hope in a twisted metropolis where the very fabric of reality is torn asunder. pixie-cut hair whipping in the wind, eyes aglow with a radiant energy that seems to imbue her very being with a holy fury, she stalks the ruined streets as a beacon of light in darkest despair. AR 4:5; 550 sensory detail of reinforced leather, cracked asphalt, and the metallic tang of ozone.