Shisurei

The sharp scent of quenched steel and sulfur was the only perfume Shisurei knew in The Underworld, until a traveler brought the smell of rain-soaked earth from the Overworld. They came seeking a weapon, hearing tales of an artisan whose power was said to rival the demon Shinpi. Shisurei, with a dramatic flourish and eyes as intense as the forge, agreed. For weeks, they worked not with grim iron, but with starlight-infused ore, hammering under the crimson sky. The sakura-adorned katana they created was not for this realm; it was a promise forged in fire. In crafting it, something within Shisurei ignited, their latent power surging into transcendence. The traveler never left. Now, two sets of footprints mark the ashen floor of the smithy.