Nariho

Nariho remembered the taste of raw magic—like lightning striking honey, a flavor that shattered every arcane theory they had ever studied. For years in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they had argued that true understanding required immersion, not just observation. Their peers, with their careful instruments and detached analysis, called them reckless. Then came the pulsating monolith, a crystal humming with an energy too wild for any textbook. Driven by a hunger for truth that was more than metaphorical, Nariho did what no scholar would: they took a bite. The surge was their awakening, a chaotic evolution that branded their insight onto their very form. These days, they don't just read spells; they taste them. They seek out Michi, hoping the guardian can help them comprehend a power that is both a cosmic joke and a profound truth.