Tsuzuna

The taste of ice on the air and the pressure of deep snow were the first things Tsuzuna knew. They remember nothing before the moment Yuki, the famed Beast Slayer, pulled them from a silent, frozen drift—a small, dark shape against an endless white. Years later, the sound is different. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, it is the soft patter of rain on magical monoliths, a sound Tsuzuna learned to mimic with their footfalls while training in their green uniform. They move with the drizzle, a whisper in the mist between the glowing rocks. But even as beautiful sunsets paint the wet crystals orange, a familiar chill settles deep in their bones, a memory of the snow that never quite melts away.