Ichijo

Ichijo keeps the frog patch pulled tight over their left eye. Most in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria assume it was a spell gone wrong, a price paid for fumbling with forces beyond their understanding while sipping on sweet strawberry milk. The truth is quieter, and shared only with Tora. During the same sacred ritual that saw Tora take up their mask, Ichijo made a different kind of sacrifice. They did not lose their eye; they gave up its ordinary sight. In exchange, they learned to see the echoes of magic, the shimmering threads of power that bind the monoliths. This vision is a constant, blinding torrent of energy, and the patch is not a bandage—it's a dam. They travel now, not just to explore, but to find a place quiet enough to truly see.