Tengu

Tengu pressed their palm against the humming monolith, not casting a spell but steadying themself on the slick, crystalline surface. They were just a warrior who knew a few hedge-witch tricks, tracking a faint energy signature through The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. But the rock responded. It didn’t offer power; it showed them something. A vision flooded their mind—a sky of silent, falling stars and a world without sound. The surge that followed was a side effect, an echo of that sight which left their own abilities inexplicably magnified. Even the great Kyoju has studied the faint tracings on the stone, muttering about residual cosmic energy without a true answer. The ascension left Tengu forever wearing a look of shock, marked by a silent, terrifying beauty they can never explain.