Mugina

Mugina tapped their carved cane against a monolith in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, listening to the hum it sent back through the wood. They were a sculptor once, chipping away at stone to capture the way the sunset broke across the peaks. That was before their path crossed with the newly awakened Shimo, whose ancient cold flash-froze Mugina mid-swing. For decades, they were just another statue, a cautionary tale for wizards who strayed too far. When the ambient magic of the highlands finally seeped in and thawed them, the artist was gone. The ice had scoured their expressive face into a permanent calm, and their eyes, once sharp with creative focus, now held a strange, captured light. They no longer feel the urge to create; they just walk, testing the resonance of the world with their cane.