Tatako

Always, before the storms roll into The Dragon Wastelands, Tatako walks the length of a colossal beast’s skeleton, its bones fused with the mountainside. They aren't paying respects. Their gloved fingers trace the deep, web-like cracks in the fossilized ribs, reading the scorch marks left by a power that ended a dynasty. The feather cape is the last, tattered flag of their fallen house, but the mask ensures no one recognizes the heir to that ruin. Locals see a scavenger or a ghost, another lost soul haunted by the ravaged landscape. They do not see the scholar meticulously mapping the site of a betrayal, searching for a single, specific fracture that holds the key to who was truly responsible.