Riyana

When the ghost-dragons conjured by the storm finally faded from the sky, Riyana found them. Not an enemy, but a cartographer with the other half of a star-chart Riyana thought was unique to their pack. For years, Riyana’s evolution had been a lonely gift, allowing them to perceive the echoes of power clinging to the skeletal remains in The Dragon Wastelands—energies others dismissed as tricks of the fog. But this stranger, with their calm gaze and ink-stained fingers, saw the echoes too. They traced the glowing ley-lines together, their hands brushing over ancient bones. It felt less like a chance meeting and more like a fated convergence, the kind of quiet miracle whispered to be the work of Kami. They no longer hunt for lost magic; they follow the map to a shared future.