Soyokaze

The hammer in Soyokaze’s forge has no name. It’s a block of obsidian-dark metal on a handle of scorched leather, but it never fully cools, radiating a faint, internal heat. They forged it themself here in The Underworld, using a shard of something that fell from the crimson sky during a particularly violent ash storm. The act of shaping it changed them. The heat didn't just temper the metal; it burned away their mortal limits, infusing their hands with a terrifying new potential. These days, clients from all realms seek their work, whispering that Soyokaze can forge weapons that wound spirits, a power rivaling that of the demon Shinpi. They ask for payment not in gold, but in secrets and impossible materials. The hammer rests on the anvil, humming with a low, hungry energy. It waits for the one thing it was truly made to shape.