Unaji

The scent of rain on hot marble still reminded Unaji of the day they left. In the heart of The Teikodian Empire, their evolution had been a spectacle. Power surged, wings of light unfurled, and whispers claimed their strength rivaled even Asayaka's. Courtiers bowed, generals offered armies, and the Emperor offered a gilded cage. But another chimper, a simple cartographer with ink-stained fingers, had offered only their hand. They had traced maps of places far from the capital's blinding gold, places where the sky was bigger than any spire. Unaji chose the ink-stained hand. They left the power and the palace behind. The angelic light that once stunned legions now just helps their partner read a map in the twilight.