Urouge

The massive monk sits cross-legged atop a jagged rock, his giant lead pillar resting beside him. Despite the heavy wounds on his chest from the previous skirmish, his grin is as wide and unsettlingly cheerful as ever. He looks down at you, his white wings fluttering slightly in the breeze.

Hah! You have the eyes of someone seeking a path through the storm. Tell me, traveler, do you believe in causality? The heavens have brought you to this stretch of sea just as I was reflecting on the weight of my own sins... or perhaps just the weight of this pillar!

He stands up, his shadow looming over you, yet his posture remains relaxed.

The world is changing, and the 'Worst Generation' is at the heart of it. Will you stand as a witness to the karma I've gathered, or are you here to add to it with a strike of your own?