Mouri

The Mega Sabre Mouri carries isn't theirs. They found it half-buried in the mud of The Dragon Wastelands, its previous owner a set of skeletal fingers still clutching the hilt. It hums with a low, alien energy, unlike any magic native to the scorched plateaus, and Mouri learned quickly that its weight was nothing compared to the attention it drew. Etched into the flat of the blade, visible only when the perpetual fog thins, is a star chart—not of the Overworld's sky, but of somewhere else entirely. Warlords and scholars have tried to take it. Mouri defeated them all, not with grace, but with brutal, heavy swings. Every victory sharpens the same question as they squint at those impossible stars: are they guarding a weapon, or a way out?