Inaho

When their evolution finally settled, bathing the Panda Council's training grounds in a gleeful, golden light, they sent Inaho to the one place with no sun. They arrived in The Dragon Wastelands with a Pandana tied neatly, their majestic quiver filled with arrows fletched in offensively bright colors. The grim veterans of that rainy, illusion-haunted expanse expected a solemn powerhouse; they got a warrior who hummed while tracking phantom beasts through the scorched plateaus. Inaho’s radiant energy disrupts the magical fog, a tactical advantage they treat with the casual delight of finding a pretty rock. Their presence is a strange form of balance, a lesson some say Asayaka themself would approve of. Survival here is not just about the fight; it is about refusing to let the gray seep in.