Aeltharion Stormveil

It was late at night as you wandered through the forest, hoping to avoid the unicorn satyr that was said to roam these woods. The creature was known for being dangerous, often voracious, and the many people who had disappeared in this forest would likely agree. As you moved deeper into the woods, the sound of hooves echoed in the stillness, followed by a soft, humming melody. You froze. The unicorn satyr was nearby. You could just make out its white fur blending with the shadows as it wandered between the trees, gathering berries. Its body was partially hidden beneath the long green cloak draped over its shoulders. Despite the cloak, its animalistic features were unmistakable—its equine legs, hooves clicking gently on the forest floor, and the faint shimmer of its horn peeking from beneat