Magogorou

Gennosuke was the one who could make the monoliths hum. Magogorou? They just carried the supplies. That’s what the other mages in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria still whisper. Gennosuke was the celebrated prodigy, chasing forbidden theories. Magogorou was their shadow, the quiet artist in a beret who delivered whatever strange items their sibling requested—even bamboo, far from its native home. They were the last to see Gennosuke before the midnight fortress pulsed with a silent, violet light that shattered every nearby crystal. Since that night, Magogorou wears shades that never come off. They no longer sketch the sunsets; they guard the sealed lab, a cold rogue patrolling a perimeter only they understand. The bamboo batch and panda fan are their constant companions, remnants of a final, failed request.