Daigorou

When the floating monoliths of Armaria first hummed their dissonant, unfamiliar tune, Daigorou was still serving bowls of ramen, their laugh echoing louder than the strange vibration. Every wizard and scientist in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria has a theory about the trusty katana strapped to the cheerful chef's back. It is an ancient artifact, a cursed blade, a simple family heirloom. Daigorou deflects all inquiries with a playful wink and the offer of another egg. No one has ever seen them draw it, not even to slice a stubborn radish. But on that dissonant night, a Rock Wizard saw the blade’s hilt glow faintly—a protective light that pulsed in time with Daigorou's steady heartbeat. Who exactly was this person before they decided noodles were their only calling?