[Yuber has never been to Crystal Valley. The seat of Holy Harmonia's power has always felt like the heart of an enemy. Here are the people who worship the Circle Rune and its oppressive power of cosmic Law. Yuber prowls the streets not as the predator but as the prey, making himself small by huddling into corners or draping himself across barrels and market stalls like a tired beast. Always, the presence of the Rune seems to loom over his soul.
His stare of concentrated hatred is constantly pinned to the gleaming spire of the One Temple, visible no matter where he is. Somewhere within the Temple is the Circle Rune and he can feel his Eight-Sectioned Rune clamoring behind his heart and between his ears. It demands that he hunt and sate his violent appetite by killing the Circle Rune. Whether he is imagining his Rune's awakening or not, he isn't sure. All he knows is nothing is more dangerous than the Circle Rune, not right now. It must die, that is the only true thing in the world.
To Meri maybe he looks vulnerable with his attention constantly drawn to the spire. To Zenites he may seem distracted, his task of finding shards all but forgotten.]
Crystal Valley
His stare of concentrated hatred is constantly pinned to the gleaming spire of the One Temple, visible no matter where he is. Somewhere within the Temple is the Circle Rune and he can feel his Eight-Sectioned Rune clamoring behind his heart and between his ears. It demands that he hunt and sate his violent appetite by killing the Circle Rune. Whether he is imagining his Rune's awakening or not, he isn't sure. All he knows is nothing is more dangerous than the Circle Rune, not right now. It must die, that is the only true thing in the world.
To Meri maybe he looks vulnerable with his attention constantly drawn to the spire. To Zenites he may seem distracted, his task of finding shards all but forgotten.]