Jonna

Jonna remembers the quiet weight of Monku's gaze, a stillness that felt heavier than any of the floating monoliths above The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They had been sent there not as an explorer, but as a saboteur, with tools designed to crack the very foundations of the wizards' fortress. The price was enough to buy a kingdom. They were one final turn of a key from unleashing chaos when Monku appeared, not with a blade, but with a question. The peacemaker's counsel didn't erase the cold-hearted rogue from Jonna's soul; it just gave them a reason to hide it. These days, they wear a bucket hat and a wide grin, playing the part of a lucky wanderer. No one knows the truth behind their smile: they still remember how to break worlds.