Hideomi

Hideomi held the slice of bread over a tiny, contained fire, the jam already spread thick. In The Underworld, this simple act was a ritual of defiance. They had come here with Shinnyo not for conquest or glory, but on a shared, quiet conviction: that even the most hostile environments deserved a little warmth. They passed the toast to Shinnyo, their partner’s smile a brighter light than any of the guiding lanterns on their back. Others descended into the ash-choked realm seeking power or vengeance; Hideomi and Shinnyo sought out lost souls, offering a kind word, a safe path, or a piece of home. They charted the shifting marshlands and barren tundra, leaving behind not weapons, but small, glowing markers of hope. For them, home was not a place on a map, but this small circle of light they created together.