Chimper #1817
In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, every crystal facet reflects a different truth, and so it is with Hatami. The arch-mages see a diligent, sweet-natured trainee whose fishing rod is a strange, harmless quirk. They watch Hatami patiently casting a line into pools of liquid magic, a choc stick always dangling from their lips, and they simply smile at the youthful eccentricity. Younger apprentices whisper that the specs Hatami wears aren't for reading, but for seeing the invisible energies that shimmer between the monoliths. Only Horoguramu knows what Hatami truly fishes for. Reflected in their pools, the oracle showed them a future tearing at the seams, frayed by a single dissonant thread. Hatami's mission isn't for a passing grade; it's to catch that one stray timeline before it unravels everything.