Kashimi

When the last monolith of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria cracked under a sky of impossible colors, Kashimi was remade. The black-and-white flame of their old life was extinguished, leaving only this cold, unbreathing form. They pulled the adventurer's pack over their shoulders, but kept the mask. It was once a symbol of terrible power for the Cult of Kaze; now it is a cage for the demonic light in their eyes and a shield against recognition. They explore the crystalline peaks not for treasure, but for any whisper of magic that can undo a bond. Every sunset, they trace the uneasy line of their mouth, feeling a phantom pulse of a soul that is no longer theirs, terrified of the day their former masters come to collect it.