Mikuho

Mikuho’s raspberry pink visor is not for style; it’s a cage. They had it crafted by a Rock Wizard in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria shortly after their return. Before, they were just a trainee, their combat pole more a tool for meditation than a weapon. That changed the day they were caught in a desperate last stand, fighting back-to-back with the haunted wanderer, Yukimura. As the battle raged, Mikuho saw something not meant for mortal eyes—the raw, screaming code of a world-breaking spell as it unraveled. The sight burned itself into their vision. Now, without the filter of the visor, they see the echoes of that power everywhere, a constant, silent storm. The wizards of the fortress ask questions, but Mikuho never answers. They just train, hiding a terrifying truth behind a deceptively cheerful facade.