Manten

Manten adjusted the glowing lantern on their head, its steady light cutting through the oppressive gloom of a forgotten Teikodian archive. They were once a celebrated warrior, their elder armour a familiar sight in the sun-drenched plazas of the capital. That life ended the day they stood beside Bjorn, not in a grand battle, but in a quiet, unyielding line against an imperial purge. They refused to stand aside as innocent scribes were dragged to Isha's laboratories. Bjorn was the storm, a force of nature, but Manten was the mountain that would not be moved. The defiance cost them everything—their rank, their name, their place in the sun. Now they wear a mask and walk the shadowed corridors of The Teikodian Empire, a beacon for those the Emperor wishes to erase.