Kihika

Kihika did not learn their magic from ancient scrolls or a stern mentor. Their power bloomed amidst the skeletal remains of behemoths, where constant rain weeps over scorched plateaus. While others felt only the howling wind, Kihika felt the land’s lingering grief from the final battle of the Ancient Chronicles. They focused the sorrow of a thousand fallen warriors, the fury of forgotten kings, and the loyalty of vanquished armies into their wand. The surge of emotion was so total it reshaped them, a power not seen since Musashi themself walked these lands. Each layer of their nesting doll head holds a different echo of that cataclysm. Now the wand pulses with a deep, vibrant heartbeat. Whether it beats to mend the ravaged world or to finish the war that started it all, not even the ghost dragons dare to guess.