Masana

Masana was never meant to be a hero. They stand now in a chamber that hasn't seen light in a millennium, their ancient sabre humming as they trace a glowing glyph on a stone altar. This life of solemn duty began with a simple joy: mapping the waterways below the great falls. One afternoon, while sipping strawberry milk and sketching the grand fish statue in the city plaza, they noticed a passage hidden behind a loose stone. It led to flooded lower temples, where they found not treasure, but Kodai. The mummified ancient saw their gleeful spirit not as naivety, but as a shield against the ruins' despair. Kodai spoke of a dormant power that needed a pure heart to awaken. The glyph flares, and Masana grins. They miss their quiet life, but this is a far better adventure.