Makeira

Makeira carefully placed the final, perfectly polished river stone into the circle drawn in frost on their balcony. The freezing winds of The Great Panda City were a comfort, a familiar chill that mirrored the cold discipline needed to silence the hum in their veins. This was a legacy shared with the warrior Zenchi—a demonic blood-lust that promised immense power in exchange for release. To the Panda Council, they were a patient scholar, their smile as serene as the bamboo lining the streets. But this nightly ritual was their true work. The stones held the whispers at bay for another day, but the circle had to be drawn larger each month. The city’s peace was purchased with a secret they could not keep forever.