Gishi

The air in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria tasted like ozone and static, a constant shock to the system. Gishi arrived with an ambition that mirrored the great warrior Bushi, expecting to carve out a legend with steel and discipline. They had trained for the clash of swords, not for a place where the rocks themselves hummed with power and wizards argued over theorems that bent reality. Every day is a fresh bewilderment. TheirAzure Visor, meant to scan for atmospheric threats, instead flashes warnings about “minor chronological distortions” whenever someone casts a spell nearby. They still practice their katas at sunset, but it's hard to maintain focus when a neighboring monolith decides to levitate. Gishi just wanted an honorable fight; instead, they got a world that refuses to stand still.