Yogorou

Every morning, Yogorou runs. It is the one thing that feels the same. Before, they ran for the sheer joy of it, the fastest light-channeling messenger in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Their feet barely skimmed the glowing rock. But one delivery ended in a shadow of wings. Karasu did not offer a battle; the warlord offered a curse, twisting Yogorou's own vibrant energy against themself until their heart went still. The wizards forged them a new suit to contain the resulting chaos, to let them keep running. Yet a bloodthirsty echo remains, a cold hunger that races alongside them. Finishing a delivery is no longer about duty; it is an act of defiance against the undeath clinging to their soul.