Shiora

Every night, Shiora relights the guiding lanterns on their back, their glow a small defiance against the gloom. They once used starlight for divination, charting grand destinies from a peaceful observatory. Their eyes, then as now, reflected the cosmos, but they searched for portents, not predators. Life was a theory, a collection of beautiful, distant possibilities. That life ended the day they found Tetsue shivering in the shadow of a colossal skeleton in The Dragon Wastelands. All the futures Shiora had foreseen collapsed into a single, immediate purpose. These days, their mysticism is brutally practical. The lanterns aren't for ceremony; they cut through the ghost-fog and keep the illusions at bay. Their starry gaze is no longer lost in the heavens, but fixed on the treacherous ground, ensuring their ward has a safe place to step.