Rean

Rean adjusts the wicks of their guiding lanterns, the light dancing across a field of humming crystals as the sun bleeds across the horizon. Most travelers just see a playful wanderer, missing the ancient worry etched around their mouth. They think the lanterns are for sight. But Rean is listening. Each orb is tuned to a different harmonic, a single note from a song only they remember. They are hunting for the resonance of a great monolith that fell silent centuries ago, the one that holds the key to their past. Only Yuki ever seems to notice the truth. When their paths cross, the beast slayer doesn't speak. They just sit in the cold, watching the lanterns pulse, as if recognizing one contained power listening for another.