Umegorou

On the evening the great monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria stopped humming, Umegorou was on a delivery run. The Lightspeed Suit was a blur against the bruised purple sunset, but the sudden silence was faster. It wasn't a shadow that found them between the glowing spires, but an absence—a patch of reality that felt cold and tasted of static. It was the same void that had devoured a distant temple and bound the soul of Inparusu. The energy didn't attack; it simply seeped in. In that moment, Umegorou's lifetime of warm greetings and gentle wisdom felt like a story they had read about someone else. They were found at dawn, clutching a bundle of bamboo, their eyes holding only the stillness of a silent, empty sky.