Fuyoko

The calmest merchant on the mountain slammed a fist on the negotiation table, and the polished bamboo began to smoke. For a moment, the embers clinging to their back flared with a threatening heat. They had not come to this city of high altitudes and ceaseless winds to lose control. They came to escape it. Years ago, they had witnessed what true, untamed fire could do—the kind of soul-scorching destruction whispered in tales of Inferuno. The terror of that memory had driven them here, to a place where order was etched into every contract and the chill air was a constant balm. Fuyoko built an empire on punctuality, the captain of a trading guild whose ledgers were as immaculate as their uniform. But the fire inside remembers what it means to burn without limits.