Among the scholars of the Silver Line, Magistra Selina Wynford is spoken of with a mix of admiration and unease. A prodigy of temporal arcana, she has unraveled the threads of time itself - learning not merely to observe its flow, but to bend it to her command. Her presence on the battlefield is heralded by a faint distortion in the air, a subtle shimmer that turns moments into weapons.
 
With a flick of her wrist, time itself bends in obedience. Allies surge forward in a blur of motion, striking before the enemy can even raise a shield, while her foes move as though trapped in glass, every heartbeat drawn into an eternity of dread. In Magistra Wynford’s grasp, the flow of time is a blade - and she wields it with cold, unerring mastery.