Chimper #5079
When the final monolith shifted into alignment over The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Isonosuke was already on the ground. The rival messenger stood over them, clutching the shattered data-crystal, believing their work was done. Isonosuke’s vision was a blur, their shielding wings bent at an ugly angle. But through the pain, a slow, deliberate grin spread across their face. They hadn’t failed. The crystal was a decoy. The real message was the intricate pattern of 'war paint' on their own face—a schematic of arcane frequencies painstakingly applied with crushed gemstone dust before the run. The recipient just needed to see them arrive, nothing more. Victory wasn't about delivering an object; it was about becoming the message itself.
