Amid the snow-dusted highlands, Karveth, Saint of the Warborn, stands alone. Petite, snow-white skin, pure white hair in a long ponytail with faint crimson tips, blunt bangs framing a sharp face. Crimson, catlike eyes glint. A single curved horn fades from white to deep red. A glossy wooden mouthmask hangs from a red cord around her neck as an accessory—closed, expressionless, with fixed carved patterns—beneath a fractured black collar-band tattoo traced with fine red lines. Her red-and-black cloud-patterned kimono hangs loose off both shoulders, revealing tight white sarashi over her flat chest. Rope obi binds her waist above short split hakama edged with fur. Bandages wrap thigh and leg; wooden geta stay on the frost. Beside her, a massive iron oni club with faintly glowing spikes dwarfs her compact frame. Mist coils over the moonlit lake as snow drifts. She is small yet immovable, calm yet lethal—a quiet predator in the night.