Chimper #1273
On the day the smallest moon eclipsed the largest over The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, a flash of white appeared atop the highest monolith. The Rock Wizards who guard the fortress claim it was a rogue spirit, a wisp of unnatural energy with embers trailing in its wake, drawn to the spinning rocks. The younger apprentices tell a different tale. They whisper of a prankster who rearranges their spell components and leaves riddles etched in frost on the observatory windows, their white bandana a familiar blur. The scientists in Ozawa's circle have the coldest theory: they see a trained operative, noting the professional knot of the mask. Everyone agrees on one thing: you never see Kiyohito's full face, only the glint in their eyes just before they vanish.
