Lore

Allora was not born so much as unleashed.On the night she came into existence, the Chaos Grove—normally a quiet cradle of dew‑soft moss and whispering ferns—was torn open by a storm that should not have been possible. Thunder rolled in waves that shook the roots of ancient trees. Lightning split the sky again and again, striking the same patch of earth as if something beneath it were calling the storm closer.The Grove’s spirits still speak of that night.
They say the storm wasn’t summoned.
They say it was answering her call.When the final bolt hit, the air didn’t burn—it bloomed.
A pulse of wild, shimmering energy rippled outward, bending branches, rattling stones, waking every creature in the forest. And in the center of that crater of crackling moss stood a small figure, barefoot, glowing faintly with stormlight.This is Allora—born of chaos, shaped by storm, claimed by the Chaos Grove itself.

• Lazy_Trex