Mikira

The Crystal Highlands of Armaria teach that all power has a source, a theory, and a cost. Mikira once believed this was a discipline of the mind, something to be chronicled in scrolls and debated in quiet libraries. Their days were spent poring over diagrams of magical monoliths, tracing energy flows with ink-stained fingers. Then came the Awakening—not in a flash of insight, but as a deep, consuming cold during a failed experiment. The crystal they studied didn't just radiate energy; it remade them with it. The steel of their katana frosted over, now a blade of permanent ice. Their calm is no longer academic detachment, but the stillness of a glacier. Realizing old books hold no answers for what they've become, they now seek Michi, hoping to learn control from one who also evolved beyond theory.