Juusanrou

Juusanrou keeps a meticulous log of the weather in The Dragon Wastelands. Every morning, they sit on the same scorched plateau, letting the constant rain soak their pink pack as the screen on their headpiece calibrates. It flickers, mapping the atmospheric distortions that create ghost dragons in the fog. Most come here chasing echoes of the final battle; Juusanrou chases barometric pressure and ethereal energy signatures. The deepest scar on their cheek wasn't from a blade, but from a fall when a phantom behemoth roared through them. The illusion was solid enough to knock them from a cliff. They logged the event with the same intense focus they use for wind speed. Yesterday's entry simply read: 'Illusory decibel spike correlated with a 12% drop in ambient spiritual energy.'