Ayapon

Should one wander through The Crystal Highlands of Armaria during one of its famous sunsets, they might happen upon a peculiar sight. Amidst the crystalline glow, a lone figure sits by a crackling campfire, their furious gaze locked onto the flames. It is not an enemy they watch, nor a vision in the fire, but a single marshmallow impaled on a stick. The focus is absolute, the tension palpable. The marshmallow suddenly bursts into a violent, magical flame, fed by the ambient energy of the Highlands. Ayapon yanks it back with a guttural growl, staring at the blackened, smoldering ruin. Their Mega Sabre lies beside them, useless. They toss the stick into the dark and, with a deep sigh, pull another marshmallow from a pouch. The quest for the perfect golden-brown was a battle they refused to lose.