Iwahiko

Should a traveler in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria ask for the one who best understands the monoliths, they would be pointed toward Iwahiko. They were once a quiet student, content to spend their life deciphering the silent hum of the great stones. But one evening, while meditating beside a monolith as dark as midnight, a different energy found them. It was a wild, untamed frequency—the same chaotic spirit that lives in the heart of Yaban-hito. The connection left no burn, only fresh war paint blooming on their skin like a fever rash. Their calm focus shattered, replaced by visions of ancient, brutal conflicts. These days, Iwahiko still pores over their charts, but their hands tremble. Are they a scholar, or an echo of something far more savage?