Takushirou

When the great magical rocks spinning over The Crystal Highlands of Armaria first shuddered and fell still, the warrior Takushirou had once been would have drawn their blade and sought a saboteur. That was a lifetime ago. The ancient armor they wore no longer craved battle, but balance. Instead of hunting an enemy, Takushirou simply sat at the base of the dark fortress, closed their eyes, and listened. They listened to the hum of magic dying in the stones and the whisper of the wind that carried no answers. The wrinkles etched around their mouth deepened. They came to this land a storm of steel and shadow; they remained a silent, unmoving guardian, discovering that the greatest protection is often stillness.