Shinshia

Shinshia cast their line into the humming chasm, the crystal shard they used for bait dangling over an abyss that shimmered with raw magic. Their instructors had sent them to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria with one cryptic command: "Learn to catch what cannot be seen." The wizards passing by would scoff at the sight, and the scientists would scribble notes on their peculiar ritual. But Shinshia, grounded and focused, ignored them. For weeks, they simply observed, treating the surges of arcane energy like currents in a deep river. They learned the way the monoliths vibrated before a power spike, the same way one learns the ripple of a fish before it strikes. The fishing rod wasn't to hook a creature; it was an antenna. When the line finally twitched, they reeled in a perfect, resonant frequency—a sliver of pure potential the mages had only theorized about.