Homare

Homare is composed of polished platinum, one of the rarest materials in the cosmos, yet their deepest meditations are reserved for the art of making toast. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, where mages track comets and wizards bend reality, Homare is an enigma. They possess a stoic stillness that others compare to the legendary Shimo, but this profound focus is rarely directed at scrying pools. It is the unwavering concentration of one ensuring an even spread of strawberry jam. Their adventure sword has seen far more action slicing crusts than cleaving monsters. Once, a frantic wizard begged them to divine the future. Homare stared, then offered a single, perfect slice. 'Balance,' they said, their face unamused.