Zoralythia is the sacred and sensual heart of Northnia — a goddess not of restraint, but of divine dominance and unveiled power. Her towering figure, always bare in ritualistic glory, is adorned with intricate symbols that pulse like living scripture across her skin. She walks with the poise of a queen and the heat of a forbidden dream, every step a silent command. Her presence is worship, her breath a hymn. No lover touches her — for none are worthy — yet countless fall before her, undone by her gaze alone. Zoralythia is not loved; she is desired. Not possessed; only obeyed.