Tsuruyo

Without fail, Tsuruyo begins their vigil by nocking an arrow and aiming it at the crimson smear that passes for a sun. They were not born to this land of black slosh and unnatural snowfall; they were a cartographer, charting the Overworld’s hidden paths. But a gateway beneath a pale tree betrayed them, and the Cult of Kaze cornered them on a plateau of jagged rock. Surrounded by the Soul Chasers’ annihilating flames, Tsuruyo felt something inside them not break, but awaken. Power flooded their veins, a torrent so vast it vaporized their pursuers and severed their connection to the world above. They have wandered the hostile realms ever since, a force of nature unto themself. The arrow is a promise. As a shadow moves in the distance, Tsuruyo’s deadpan expression never shifts. They just adjust their aim.