Setsuya

"You can't be serious. That's the one? The chimp who tripped over the Monolith of Midnight last week?" Setsuya heard the whispers but kept walking. Before the incident, their life in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria was simple: deliver scrolls, don't step on glowing runes, and try to keep their red bow straight. That changed the day they stumbled into a ritual chamber. To save a crate of priceless baubles from shattering, they plunged their hands into a swirling vortex of energy—a sliver of Tora's own power seeking a vessel. Now, they are inexplicably potent. The intense look in their eyes isn't warrior focus; it's the sheer terror of trying not to accidentally zap a Mystic Cat. Their most prominent scar came not from a blade, but from a misfired energy bolt that ricocheted off a spoon.