Haniyo

In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, the sunsets paint the magical monoliths in colors no artist could replicate, but Haniyo rarely looks up. Their journey began with a promise, made at the edge of a great waterfall to a desperate family who pressed a strange, fish-baited hat into their hands. "A lure for the lost," they'd whispered. The years since have been a blur of shimmering stone and biting winds, their carved cane tapping out a nervous rhythm against the ground. Once, on a frozen peak, they shared a silent fire with the beast slayer Yuki, recognizing the same endless hunt in the other's eyes — a cold that had nothing to do with the weather. The uneasy feeling never leaves. The lure just catches the wind.