Wandra bust(75mm)
Wandra, a fierce warrior in the service of the church, marched through the war-torn landscape, her armor glinting in the pale light of dawn. She had pledged her life to the holy order, a sacred duty that demanded unwavering loyalty and strength. Clad in heavy steel adorned with the symbols of her faith, Wandra was a force to be reckoned with, wielding her sword with the precision of one who had been trained for battle since childhood. Her eyes, hardened by years of conflict, scanned the horizon for any sign of the enemy—a band of heretics who had defiled a sacred relic and fled to the mountains. She had been sent to retrieve it, and failure was not an option. The church had given her a mission, and Wandra would see it through, no matter the cost.
As she approached the heretics' stronghold, a crumbling fortress perched high on a cliff, Wandra felt the weight of her duty pressing down on her shoulders. The wind howled through the narrow pass, carrying with it the distant sounds of chanting. These were not mere rebels; they were zealots who believed their dark god would protect them. But Wandra knew better—her faith was her shield, and her sword was her answer to their blasphemy. She charged into the stronghold, her blade cutting through the enemy with righteous fury. The heretics fought back fiercely, but they were no match for her determination. As she reached the inner sanctum and reclaimed the stolen relic, a calm settled over her. The battle was won, but her war was far from over. Wandra would continue to fight for the church, her soul bound to its cause, until her last breath.
