Cloveria Morth'lana

The arrow existed in two moments at once.

Cloveria Morth'lana drew back her bowstring, the arrow thrumming with stored energy. To the Chaos commander barking orders to his legionnaires, she was invisible. She'd slipped sideways into the space between seconds.

She released. The string sang twice with a single pull.

The arrow punched through his throat. In the same instant, it pierced his heart. The commander fell. His soldiers scattered, searching for a killer who no longer occupied their when.

Cloveria was seventeen when she first felt time stutter. A hunting accident, a fall from a great height, and suddenly the ground rushed toward her slowly, lazily, giving her long seconds to twist and catch a branch. She told no one. But she began to experiment, pushing at the boundaries of the present, finding the gaps.

The Continuum found her four years later. Their seers had glimpsed her in a dozen possible futures, victorious in battles yet to come. They offered what she had always sought: knowledge and tutelage she could find nowhere else.

With them, she learned to slip between temporal folds, to exist in the pause between breaths and glimpse the threads of what comes next. Eventually, she learned to store the kinetic energy of many draws and release it in one, her shaft striking twice across separate moments.

She still carries a Thanalorian bow, grown from heartwood cultivated in the groves of her family estate. Its curve is elegant, its draw whisper-silent. The arrows she nocks are her own creation: temporal shards pulled from the timestream.

When Cloveria Morth'lana takes aim, she knows how it will end. Her enemies are already dead. They just don't realize it yet.