Nasorou

The Underworld is a place of endings, but for Nasorou, it was the beginning of a quiet, eternal duty. They were not born to the crimson glow and unnatural snowfall; they came seeking Akurai, drawn by the chaotic hum of an amulet too powerful for one soul to bear alone. In a silent pact made beside a lava pool, Nasorou agreed to share the psychic weight. The burden settled into their bones, an unseen pressure that anchored them to this hostile realm. It's a secret heaviness, a gravitational pull toward a promise. Their gem coat glitters with borrowed light, and the wings on their back have not felt a true updraft in years. They are a shield, weighed down by a choice made for someone else.