Sanrou

When the sun bleeds out across the Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Sanrou lights their guiding lanterns. They know their rival is out there, too, bathing in the prismatic glow of the monolithic stones, their power as dazzling and unpredictable as the landscape itself. Sanrou’s light is different. It is carried, not summoned; a steady, hard-won flame against the world’s overwhelming magic. Others see Sanrou’s demonic eyes and shrink away, but their rival sees only a challenge. They have fought back-to-back, their two forms of light carving through magical beasts, and never spoken a word. The only communication they share is the unspoken dare to be better, to shine brighter. Sanrou's wrinkled mouth never smiles, but the lanterns on their back burn with a fierce, competitive warmth.