Atsuhito

The younger mages of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria claim Atsuhito was once a cold-hearted mercenary, their Red Dragon robes marking them as a creature of pure practicality. They say those mutton chops framed a permanent scowl, and that their eyes held the flat, calculating gaze of one who weighs every life against their own survival. That was before the monolith shattered, sending a cascade of razor-sharp crystal down upon the fortress. Atsuhito was nearly clear of the disaster when they saw Fuyutsuki pinned by a fallen shard. Every instinct screamed to keep moving. Instead, they turned back. They shielded Fuyutsuki with their own body, a choice that cost them dearly. The gleam in their eyes these days isn't foolishness; it’s the quiet, defiant joy of someone who chose to save a life when survival demanded they save themself.