Minoha

Minoha traced a line of pure frost across the face of a midnight-dark monolith, the cold from their blade biting deeper than steel. Born into a family of diplomats in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they were meant to pore over magical charts, not practice sword forms in secret. The tremor changed everything. When the ground shook and the fortress’s core crystals threatened to shatter, Minoha stood their ground. They drew their inherited frost katana not to fight, but to channel the wild energy. The glacial surge should have broken them, but instead it ignited a dormant power, an ascension that fused their spirit with the blade’s chill. Word of the event reached the stone keeper Sensei, who visited simply to acknowledge a new, formidable power. Minoha never explains what happened; the quiet hum of their blade is answer enough.