Makika

Should one ask Makika what their power feels like, they wouldn't mention a battle. They would describe the highlands, where monoliths of pure amethyst spin over a dark fortress and the air hums with energy. That hum was once just a guide for their explorations, a pleasant song. But one evening, tracing a crack in a glowing monolith, the song surged into them. It filled them, awakening not just a dormant power but the spirit within their ancient katana. The blade, once a heavy keepsake, now thrums in tune with their own heartbeat. It was this quiet mastery that earned them a rare, respectful nod from Yasuke. Makika still greets every discovery with shocked glee, but now the crystals seem to hum back.