Hisara

When the ghost dragons began to weep from the storm-wracked skies of The Dragon Wastelands, Hisara was already there, charting the scars left by heroes. They sought only the truth of the ravaged land, but that place held other, sharper truths. In a canyon of bone, they found Uragirimono, not as a legend, but as a cornered animal shedding its old skin. The Betrayer saw the blue glint of Hisara's visor and, trusting no one, struck to mark, not to kill. The wounds left scars, but the encounter left a deeper affliction: a permanent, unquenchable thirst. It was not for water, but for the next horizon, a curse of endless motion to outrun a memory. They say Hisara never rests, forever seeking a map that leads away from that day.