Kireina

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they have a saying: the most polished surfaces hide the deepest cracks. Kireina once spent their days creating those surfaces, carving intricate patterns into sunset-hued monoliths. Their haori was for ceremony, their hands for art, their eyes for finding beauty in every reflection. That was before raiders swept through, not for magic, but for plunder. Kireina’s workshop was shattered into a million glittering shards, their life’s work reduced to dust. They survived, but the artist did not. These days, their hands test the grip of a weapon, not the smoothness of stone. They walk through the rain, using the downpour as cover. When the sun sets over the highlands, they no longer see the colors; they only count the shadows.