Keibo

The most peculiar guardian in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria is what the local wizards call them. They remember Keibo as a quiet artisan, whose hands were meant for shaping crystalline sculptures, not wielding a flamethrower. To them, the device is a catastrophe, a reckless experiment that scarred a gentle soul. They watch from their fortress towers and mutter about wasted potential. But the pilgrims who trek to Hogo-sha’s sacred monoliths see something different. They see a determined servant, one who melts unnatural ice from the ancient steps and keeps the sacred braziers lit through howling winds. Keibo says nothing to either group. The truth was a choice, made on a night when something dark crept toward the shrine, and the only tool at hand was one made for art.