Motori

Every evening, Motori ascends the dark stone fortress to watch the sunset. They don't bring a scroll or a tool; they simply observe as the sky bleeds magenta and orange across the spinning monoliths. Locals, who only ever see the results of Motori’s work, whisper that this is how the smith gathers their materials. They say Motori doesn’t just hammer steel, but weaves captured light into the metal itself. This is why a blade they forge never rusts, and a shield they craft holds the warmth of the last light it saw. After a past spent exploring the world’s harsh edges, they now only create. Once the final sliver of sun vanishes, Motori returns to the forge, their hands faintly glowing with colors that cannot be mined from any rock.