Hikami

One obsidian forge, seven generations of hammers, and a single, impossible goal: to create a sound that wasn’t a scream. Hikami spent centuries in The Underworld, not as a warrior, but as a mender. They repaired the tools of Soul Chasers and the armor of the damned, seeking solace in the steady rhythm of their work. While others fought, Hikami collected resonant stones and smelted sorrowful metals, convinced that a perfect harmony could bring a moment of quiet to the ash-choked realm. They poured all their hope into a small, silver bell. The day they struck it, the chime did not echo; it blossomed, a note of pure peace that even the god-entity Kami noticed. Hikami was remade in that moment, their form ascending to match the purity of the sound they birthed. They still wear the soot-stained overalls, perpetually surprised by the gentle light that now spills from their own brow.