Senrou

The sharp, electric scent of charged dust hung in the air. For Senrou, this was not the training they had envisioned. Instead of stalking through moonlit forests, they were tasked with cleaning the giant, humming power crystals that dotted The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Their master, a famously eccentric rock wizard, claimed it taught ultimate control. Every wipe of the cloth had to be silent, weightless. Their intense focus narrowed until only the smooth, cool surface existed. Suddenly, their hand slipped. A gasp escaped their lips as the cloth grazed a glowing rune, causing the monolith to buzz angrily. With reflexes born from endless drills, they steadied themself, the crisis averted. The wizard was right; it was a kind of stealth.