Meet VOID #341, from Prisma. #341 arrives from Pastel Forest with the quiet of ice under trees. The Crystalline body catches pale light, while the Focused eyes keep the entire figure grounded and alert. The Glacial Tunic covers it in frosted texture, less like clothing than weather that decided to stay. In its hand, the Crystal Blade extends that same frozen discipline into a single edge. There is no crown here, no pendant, no orbiting object. The absence gives #341 a stripped precision. Focused, it studies the path ahead as if every branch, shadow, and breath has already been counted. #341 feels calm because the strike has not been needed yet.