Momomi

Momomi watched the phantom talons of a ghost dragon pass through their chest without flinching, the illusionary cold barely registering. They were not always this calm. Years ago, they came to The Dragon Wastelands as an aspirant, swinging an ancient katana at every shimmering mirage and howling wind. The land preyed on their fear, nearly breaking them. The turning point wasn't a battle won, but a story remembered—of Asayaka, whose sheer presence could still a battlefield. Desperate, Momomi sheathed their blade during a torrential storm, closed their eyes, and simply stood amidst the chaos. In that moment of surrender, a new sense ignited. The world went silent, then bloomed with light. The angelic halo wasn't a reward; it was the manifestation of the peace they had finally found within the storm.