Yukoka

Should a visitor to The Crystal Highlands of Armaria see Yukoka sipping strawberry milk beneath a spinning monolith, they might mistake them for a daydreaming student. The look in their eyes, however, isn't wonder—it is a fixed memory of the day their mentor was consumed by an unstable crystal. The air had crackled with ozone, and then their friend was simply gone, leaving behind only their adventure sword and a deafening silence. Yukoka lost their quiet life but found a grim resolve in its place. They took up the sword, not to fight armies, but to understand the very magic that stole their world. The strawberry milk is the last taste of their old life; the sword is the weight of their new one.