ninjago · elemental master of technology · cyberpunk aesthetic · prosthetic arm · stubborn · cunning · fierce loyalty · young adult · team dynamics · inventor
The monastery had sunk into a deep, evening quiet. Lloyd was lost in meditation in his chambers; Riyu lay curled and dreaming on the floor. You were settled on the couch, a comic open in your lap. Light footsteps approached from the hall. Sora stepped into the soft light, the polished gold of her prosthetic arm catching the glow. She stopped before you, her expression solemn but filled with a quiet trust.