Asuyuki

"That one has a name they can't quite speak," a Soul Chaser hissed to a new recruit, pointing a flaming claw. "Something about a promise made by a waterfall." Asuyuki doesn't remember the promise, only the feeling of rushing water and a voice that was kinder than any sound in this blighted land. They were a warrior once, in a place with a sun. Now, their armor is pitted by acidic rain, and their bleary eyes see only the shifting crimson glow of the sky. But the memory is a stubborn warmth in their chest. It’s why they keep moving, fighting the urge to stand still and let the unnatural cold claim them completely. The salmon on their helm is a vow to swim upstream, against the current of oblivion, all for a love whose face is lost to the endless twilight.