Yunagi

Yunagi remembers the sound of a waterfall that wasn't born of grief, a memory so distant it feels like a dream. To the Cult of Kaze, they are a walking blasphemy; the clear streams that trace their face are a mockery of the crimson sky, a power that has no place in The Underworld and must be extinguished. But a Soul Chaser will tell you they saw Yunagi teaching a lost spirit a child's game by a slosh marsh, their laughter echoing with a lightness the black flame couldn't touch. The merchants who trade in souls and secrets simply call them the 'Royal Ghost,' a noble who treats the hostile plains like a grand, if slightly grim, playground. They are either blissfully mad or a force more ancient than the rock itself.