#Dark_Icateztol
The Merciless Observer. The Arbiter of Unforgiving Judgment. Known by these fearsome titles, this dryad held one belief above all else: boundaries must never be crossed. For those who did, death was inevitable.
She hadn't always seen the world through such a harsh lens. As you already know, in another timeline, she was a guardian who loved the world more deeply than anyone else.
But the White Forest went up in flames in an instant. No one could have seen it coming. It was meant to be a peaceful night under the stars. By the time Icateztol arrived, the flames had already consumed everything. The forest had fallen to human greed. Their arms were heavy with gold, and their feet trampled the forest without remorse. All that remained was ash and the lingering song of the trees.
But not everyone turned away. It was Rozelic that chose to cross the boundary set by the dryad. In her flight from chaos, Rozelic found herself on a different kind of battlefield. Her grief stirred memories of a home she had failed to protect. It was no surprise that a runaway from one disaster would try to save what remained of another.
To say all they shared was a pair of eyes would miss the truth entirely. They clash even now, in thought, in belief, in every part of who they are. Though they have nothing in common, their journey still continues—as there is rightful order in the world, and there are boundaries worth guarding. And so, the salvation of Galicista and judgment of Kanakanhal remain fixed on the same horizon.
Guided by their vision, and moved by what they carry within.
