Seresa

Every evening, Seresa carries their guiding lanterns to the outer walls of The Teikodian Empire. They light the path for couriers and merchants, a small, reliable flame against the city's blinding golden grandeur. For years, this was their world: the weight of the lantern pole, the steam from a late-night bowl of ramen, the predictable rhythm of the capital. Then came the night the flames didn't flicker from wind. A silent, immense energy washed over the city, a presence so vast and solitary that it made the Emperor's spires look like toys. Seresa felt the lonely power of Eirian pass by, and understood. The Empire was just one bright room in a universe of endless corridors. The ramen still warms their hands, but their gaze is always on the horizon, searching.