Susuka

The smell of ozone after a magical discharge—that is the scent Susuka remembers most. They were once a foremost scholar in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, convinced that any curse could be unwoven with the right knowledge. When their friend Zenchi became tormented by a demonic blood-lust, Susuka saw it not as a battle, but a text to be deciphered. They spent months poring over forbidden lore, certain they could sever the entity from Zenchi's soul. The ritual took place beneath a spinning monolith, but the demon did not yield to reason. It lashed out, shattering the great crystal and flaying Susuka’s face with arcane shrapnel. Knowledge had failed. Their intellect was meaningless. The combat pole they carry now is a grim admission of that failure.