Always, Kokoha begins the day by polishing the azure lens of their visor, watching the first light fracture through the great monoliths of The Crystal Highlands of Armaria. They were once a simple chronicler, content to study the prophecies of Horoguramu and trace the slow, patient growth of the crystals. But patience has its limits. A rogue sect of mages sought to shatter a monolith for its raw power, and when Kokoha tried to reason with them, they were answered with a blast of wild magic that tore across their face. They survived, but their belief in peaceful debate did not. That day, they learned that some corruption cannot be cleansed; it must be broken. Their carved cane, once a simple walking aid, became an instrument of consequence. They mete out justice with the same calm focus they once used for study, a tranquil force delivering brutal finality.