Fudee was a student of dramatics, not dueling. They believed power was a performance, best practiced in front of a mirror with grand poses. That was before the crystal fracture. In The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, they and Mihisa were charting the resonance of a spinning monolith when it cracked, sending a shower of razor-sharp shards down. Mihisa was knocked from the ledge, clinging by their fingertips. All of Fudee’s rehearsed heroics vanished. There was only panic, then a cold, quiet focus. They drew their frost katana, not to fight, but as a desperate anchor. A deep chill radiated from their core, frosting the air as the blade pulsed with a light it never had before. A bridge of solid ice surged from its tip, catching Mihisa just as their grip failed.
Name
Fudee
Owner
0xeE621CaC3443Ea9511e4B6050D92EE2a8b80F93D
ID#760
Rarity
EX:4%
Type
Charcoal Grey
X-HI:14%
Mouth
Makeup
EX:1%
Back
Frost Katana
EX:1%
Eyes
Puppy Eyes
EX:1%
Background
Papaya Orange