Mihana

Every morning, Mihana walks to the half-shattered monolith at the edge of the plateau. They do not go to pray, or to draw power, but to remember the moment it cracked. During the siege, Rock Wizards fell around them, their geomancy failing against an enemy that consumed magic itself. Mihana was the last one standing. With no other choice, they laid their hands on the monolith and pulled its raw, untamed energy into their own body. The resulting blast saved The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, but it burned something out of Mihana forever, leaving an ache that feels like hunger and a weariness behind their eyes. The fine diamond dust that glitters on their back is not an ornament; it is a constant, shimmering echo of that single, world-saving choice.