Stormblood

The Stormblood carry the Sky Rift of 356 KM in their blood. Their ancestors survived weeks under a cracked sky and learned to sense the storm''s intent, and the lineage has been moving ever since.

Freedom and motion define them. Staying enclosed too long is genuinely uncomfortable; standing still feels like rot. Quick decisions are respected, hesitation is politely mourned. Reading wind directions is a basic skill, taught early and tested often.

They dominate the continent''s travel, transport, and exploration trades — if something must arrive fast, a Stormblood courier probably carried it.