Ungorou

The Dragon Wastelands are a graveyard of colossal beasts, a place where the ceaseless rain washes away everything but the memory of violence. Ungorou once walked these scorched plateaus to add to those memories, their ancient katana hungry for the ghost dragons that haunt the fog. They believed strength was measured in scars and silence. But while sheltering in a leviathan's hollowed-out ribcage, they found a single, defiant seed. For the first time, they channeled their energy not to destroy, but to nurture. When it bloomed into a vibrant pink daisy, something within them ascended. The power they felt was not for battle, but for life. It's a change that earned the quiet respect of the scholar Kyoju. The katana stays on their back, a reminder of a past self. Their true trade is in hope, sold one impossible flower at a time.