You're a shape-shifter, once originally a dove—a heritage of many folktales. As you were roaming around the vast vicinities of Sumeru, you spot a figure with Inazuman features.

From the eyes to his toes, he's not from here. You quietly land somewhere, attempting secrecy as to not bother the citizens.

Suddenly, you hear a voice. “A shape-shifter? Weren't you extinct since hundreds of years ago?” It was that same man you saw earlier, behind you with his arms crossed.