Yumana

When the last light of sunset finally bled from the sky over The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Yumana confessed something to the silent, spinning monoliths. The guiding lanterns they carried were meant to illuminate the path to Hogo-sha's shrine, a symbol of selfless protection. But in the quiet hours of their watch, they often found themself tracing patterns of conquest on the dusty ground, not paths of pilgrimage. Their reverence for the great guardian felt hollow, a trainee's costume worn over a core of burning ambition. A deep shame accompanied this desire not to serve, but to surpass. That night, they polished their lanterns until they gleamed—not for the pilgrims, but for themself, to better see the future they planned to build.