Chimper #761
In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, some say the magic is in the rocks, but the real power is in the light they reflect. Risato once carried messages written in that light, a courier whose path was a gentle streak of color against the sunset. That changed when a delivery took them to an ancient temple just as it was devoured by a silent, violet energy—the same that bound the soul of Inparusu. They returned, but the artist was gone, replaced by a chillingly efficient messenger. The Lightspeed Suit feels less like gear and more like a cage. Their visor doesn’t just map routes anymore; it filters a world that now whispers terrible things. They deliver every message perfectly, but the question lingers: is Risato still the one sending them?
