Nasumi

The Sentinel of Armaria's Sunsets was on watch when it happened. They stood, grounded and calm as always, amidst the spinning monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. Then Itame's mind crashed into theirs. It was no gentle vision, but a psychic deluge from another realm—a storm of screaming colors and the scent of impossible potions brewing in a world of liquid light. Nasumi stumbled, trying to anchor themself to the familiar hum of the crystals, but the pressure behind their eye became unbearable. With a flash of white heat, the energy erupted. The vision vanished, but the searing line it burned across their face remained, a permanent crack in their tranquility.