Rega

On the anniversary of their exile, Rega didn't visit their old home in their memories; they sought the familiar hum of a powered crystal. After finding refuge with Shokei-moji’s outcasts, their life in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria was defined by a rival—a young wizard who believed Rega’s combat pole and traditional forms were relics. They trained together daily, their sessions a thinly veiled argument. The wizard shaped earth with a word; Rega perfected a single stance for weeks. “Your methods are inefficient,” the rival would say, pulling a shield of rock from the ground. “And yours lack a foundation,” Rega would reply, their pole striking the one weak point the wizard always overlooked. Through this friction, they forged a bond stronger than any stone, each forcing the other to grow beyond their own stubborn beliefs.