Light Cones

Night on the Milky Way 5★ · Erudition

If you are concerned for the road, just look up again. When the stars look gently down, the heart would already be soaring. Every thought and every whisper, becomes a life experience that would never leave.

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 26 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 309 · DEF 211

In the Night 5★ · The Hunt

A young girl smiles subtly. "How?" "Right here, right now, I am alone..." "But it feels... very lively."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Something Irreplaceable 5★ · Destruction

"Should a day come when even I'm not here anymore, please look after this database, Svarog." (Who is this... Why is this message in my records...) "Do you have something that's irreplaceable, Svarog?" (Irreplaceable... broken parts... can simply be replaced...) "You'll definitely find it one day, Svarog." (Such things... will only cause trouble...) "When that time comes... You should leave this place behind."

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 26 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 309 · DEF 211

But the Battle Isn't Over 5★ · Harmony

"Remember, the war with the monsters cannot be won by retreating." "We are the last defense, the final iron wall between them and Belobog..." "We cannot retreat under any circumstances!" She looks up to see the frozen earth and endless winter ahead. Business as usual. Only that... the figure at which she had been gazing is gone.

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 24 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 281 · DEF 246

In the Name of the World 5★ · Nihility

"Welt...?" "It's a... great name, right?" "Then..." "From now on, you are Welt." "This Herrscher core... and the mission to protect the world..." "I'll leave them to you, Welt."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Moment of Victory 5★ · Preservation

"If you want to cry after your loss, Gepard, then cry." "But you need to stand back up even when you are crying, until you can defeat me... Even if it takes years." A few years later, the boy no longer cried or lost to his sister. Now on the battle field, the courageous Silvermane Guard captain will defend till the end no matter what — all to find the moment to completely destroy the enemy.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 22 · DEF 27 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 253 · DEF 316

Patience Is All You Need 5★ · Nihility

"Could it be that there's something you haven't told me?" She watches as their neck stiffens, as if a lump is blocking their throat. She knows she is feared, and that no further step is needed. At this point, it no longer mattered what she said. Any word she utters radiates horror... They stand no chance against her, and have no choice but to blurt out what she wants to hear. Like a spider waiting in its web, patience is all she needs.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Incessant Rain 5★ · Nihility

She leaves the cover of the awning, opens her umbrella, and dives into an alley while humming a lighthearted tune. The rain stops a little while after. She scratches her head and swipes her screen open. After a few taps, raindrops begin to fall in an area no wider than her umbrella. The pitter-patter sound of raindrops on the umbrella mixes with music from the game. All was calm and relaxing. "Gaming and rain totally go together."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Echoes of the Coffin 5★ · Abundance

Under the watch of the white irises, he knocks on the coffin. "Sometimes I feel I underestimated you by proposing this deal." He receives no response other than a thorny branch piercing through his palm. Yet he smiles, and tightly grasps the thorn. "Indeed. This is how it is. We wanted to use each other, and both ended up underestimating the other."

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 26 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 309 · DEF 211

The Unreachable Side 5★ · Destruction

He would come to this place every year, bringing new swords with him each time. He had seen all the owners of the swords draw their last breath. Every time he leaves, he would sorrowfully ponder... When would his own blade be brought here by someone else?

Lv.1: HP 58 · ATK 26 · DEF 15 — Lv.80: HP 674 · ATK 309 · DEF 176

Before Dawn 5★ · Erudition

"Do not make this decision lightly, general... Think about how you will be remembered in history..." The general of the Cloud Knights listens to his subordinates' words with eyes half-closed. "History will make its own judgment, but I have no interest in my legacy." "If I succeed, history will state that I am currently supremely confident in my masterful strategy." "But if I fail, then history will state that I am currently neglecting my duties in wanton pleasure, preferring finches over my people." A finch jumps down from his shoulder, and he extends his hand to catch the small creature. "I have simply made my own decision."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

She Already Shut Her Eyes 5★ · Preservation

The ache in the middle of her forehead will accompany her for the rest of her life, but it is only a fraction of what she had experienced in the past. She thought herself prescient until the departure of those for whom she cared. She now "sees" the world ever-changing, the times ever-shifting... But she already shut her eyes, because the future has already been determined ...inside "the third eye."

Lv.1: HP 58 · ATK 19 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 674 · ATK 225 · DEF 281

Sleep Like the Dead 5★ · The Hunt

The boy is still tightly grasping the sword even when fast asleep against the general's shoulder. The general gently taps the boy's cheek, and the boy mutters in his sleep. "General... I finally... won." The general pauses. He suddenly realizes that, compared to the boy trying to improve every day, he himself has endured too many years and is used to stagnation. "You will soon be better than everyone, and that will only be the beginning..."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Time Waits for No One 5★ · Abundance

She had spent many days next to the window. Flowers were blooming outside when she made gentle medicines with mint and nepeta. Rain was falling outside when she made strong medicines with mosla and ginger. Leaves were falling outside when she made sour medicines with peony roots and dry plums. And snow was falling outside when she made bitter medicines with skullcaps and anemarrhena. Time flows endlessly, but this window and the person sitting next to it remain forever the same.

Lv.1: HP 58 · ATK 22 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 674 · ATK 253 · DEF 246

I Shall Be My Own Sword 5★ · Destruction

The blade shattered, plunging into the bone-chilling cold. All earthly instruments are mere futilities, their worth discernible with a single glance. "What use do I have of swords?" She holds no attachment, nor does her gaze accommodate anything within. "From now on, I shall be my own sword." To transcend perceived precipices and achieve unprecedented breakthroughs, one must regard themselves as "kindling" to fuel their own fire.

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 26 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 309 · DEF 211

Brighter Than the Sun 5★ · Destruction

From birth, all that ever lay before him was but a lightless dungeon. To this darkness, irrelevant sins bound him... irrelevant memories engulfed him. He writhed, gasping for breath with every fiber of his being, attempting to clasp a sliver of light in this fathomless ocean. Until the day the general stepped into the lightless depths of this prison, he beheld a radiance shining brighter than the sun — the gaze of a young man.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 29 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 337 · DEF 211

Worrisome, Blissful 5★ · The Hunt

For a competent IPC professional, "feeling overwhelmed" is absolutely not allowed. Stand tall and take on whatever comes your way, be it burnout or overwork! Unless... it's being overwhelmed by "them." "Oh, don't get so antsy! I only have two hands!" A girl who just returned home from working overtime is pinned down by a group of fluffy creatures. They may not fully understand her words, simply nuzzling their round heads closer to her palm. The feeling of exhaustion gradually fades from her body, replaced by the warmth and comfort brought by stroking their fur.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Night of Fright 5★ · Abundance

The girl hides behind the door and dares not move one step closer. Perhaps due to the fact that tonight's objective is already within her reach, her heart is actually beating faster. "I'm not scared, not scared, not scared..." In darkness, silence lets out a piercing scream. The girl is shivering and grasps the "weapon" in her hands tight, but still does not dare to approach the "target." "There is nothing to be s—s—scared of!" The tail behind her has finally had enough and suddenly lights up. "Hurry up. You're just picking up a delivery!"

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 22 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 253 · DEF 281

An Instant Before A Gaze 5★ · Erudition

He once heard a ballad, singing in praise of that sliver of light: Rose blooms, to answer THEIR smile. Dawn shines, to illuminate THEIR visage. Melody plays, to banish THEIR fatigue. But, light, once gone, never returns. Yet, he still gallops to the far beyond. All that is needed is to wait for, to believe in, and to preach about everything that is of the Beauty in this cosmos. Even if everything is but a fleeting instant before a gaze, he has already found the answer he sought.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Past Self in Mirror 5★ · Harmony

She once loved to seal the moment when plum blossoms were on the verge of wilting and keep them close to her. It has been many years since then. Many lifeforms — rambunctious, sweet, and everything in between — have bloomed from her hands, but the plum blossoms still wilt at their preordained times. It has been many years since then. Her visage in the mirror seems untouched by time. But, in the grand scheme of the cosmos, is she too destined to last for but a fleeting moment? "If all is set for eventual demise, what purpose, then, does creation serve?" After a silence that seems to stretch to eternity, the winds blow, the petals fall, and the reflection in the mirror tenders the same answer as always. "For the day when plum blossoms are no longer kept." She deftly caresses the icy surface of the mirror. Such soliloquies have happened too many times for her to count.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 24 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 281 · DEF 281

Baptism of Pure Thought 5★ · The Hunt

The afternoon sunshine is just right, and the floral scents fill the air. Though he tries to keep his thoughts pure, cognitive stagnancy inevitably attracts particulates of mind like gathered dust. "Healing one's thoughts is just as vital as the maintenance of one's health." The fools' clamoring fades alongside fatigue as he sinks into the water, letting all thoughts loose, his mind elucidated and ordered. "Truth eludes all filths, accepting only those of pure thoughts."

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 26 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 309 · DEF 281

Earthly Escapade 5★ · Harmony

Just as fireworks can flicker, she too can shift between ten different colors in a minute. When the light show nears its end, she sits high above, regarding the bustling masses beneath her feet with boredom. Thoughts flow and vanish, and slyness circulates across myriad eyes like a dancing kaleidoscope. "I've made my decision. This is how we're going to have fun today!" Bouncing and hopping, she glides through the crowds, her golden-red tail flitting in and out of sight. "Keep up! The brightest fireworks are just about to begin!"

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 24 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 281 · DEF 246

Reforged Remembrance 5★ · Nihility

Light the candles, spread the cards, breathe in the fragrance... These broken memories become faces in the dancing light. The apparitions that emerge from flames tell her of pasts fondly recalled. Time is shorn. The moment is frozen. She turns these most precious instants into crystallizations of eternity. "There is too much lost, and too little that remains... We nurture remembrance against the cruelties of time."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Inherently Unjust Destiny 5★ · Preservation

With the final card revealed, despondency, rage, acceptance, and sangfroid... A cascade of emotions drops onto the faces of his opponents. "Now that we're all here, why don't we spice things up a bit?" He puts in all his chips. Those who have cut their losses leave the table, cursing profanities and secretly hoping that he would lose. Victories, reputation, fortune... He cares not for any of that. Instead, he's enthralled only by those moments that make his very life quiver — After all, hell is but one choice away from heaven. The chips are cast, sorrow fills the air, and the illusory sense of satisfaction dissipates in an instant when the dust finally settles. "All or nothing, I have not the luxury of choice..."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 19 · DEF 30 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 225 · DEF 351

Along the Passing Shore 5★ · Nihility

Flowing in the narrow border between "existence" and "nothingness," the ice-cold tides eternally lap against the shores and bring all things to their final end. In this place, the drowned ask for help, lament with songs, find their happiness, enjoy sweet moments, and suffer great agony... All these are reflected in the water. She cannot experience these, but she can feel them — There are still many roads to walk, many sounds to listen to, and many things to change before she arrives at the end. She reaches out and saves the drowning from the temptations of Nihility, and one mirage after another bursts apart behind her figure. She keeps walking in this boundless world, all for an end that does not exist. — And it's always raining here.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 29 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 337 · DEF 211

Whereabouts Should Dreams Rest 5★ · Destruction

This is the edge of the Asdana system. The ocean of memoria roars with mountainous waves and she, like a singular tiny spark, may be doused at any moment in the storm. "For one who cannot dream to enter the Synesthesia Dreamscape, they would have to pay a price comparable to death." She can still hear her companions' concerned voices next to her ears. She takes a deep breath and dives into the Memory Zone. As the vessel silently sinks into the depth of the Memory Zone, small pinpricks of firefly lights dissipate from the cracks and are then immediately swallowed up by the endless darkness. "Wherefore do you hurtle unto death?" In the ocean of memoria that grows deeper and deeper, the weak light emitted by the Memory Zone creatures are like faraway eyes that nonchalantly glance at her. Dreams remained too distant for her. She gazes emptily out at the boundless darkness, her body and soul having reached the breakdown threshold long ago under the heavy pressure of memoria. Though she realizes her consciousness is gradually fading, only those remaining memories are playing over and over in her brain — The Swarm that covered the sky tore through the frontline defenses as she flew towards the Swarm while enveloped in fire. The charred ash of the Swarm faded like snow, under which lies the pitch-black carcasses of the knights. She didn't even have the time to take a bouquet and offer her final acknowledgement to knights, who were dying one after another. Their lives bloomed in the blink of an eye and went out equally fleetingly. Like a string of genetic code, they never possessed names and only had numbers allotted instead. "Wherefore do you live?" In the deathly silence, like flames dissolving in the sea, she is reduced to a singular spot of fire and unendingly progresses towards the light... She opens her eyes after what seems to be forever. She sees the "future" looking like a pearl, radiating with a soft and vague light. Tears stream down her face — "I do it to find... my own 'dream'..."

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 22 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 253 · DEF 281

Flowing Nightglow 5★ · Harmony

Time flows through the mirror, metamorphosing the once inexperienced little girl into a seasoned songstress. She studies her reflection in the mirror. Time has altered all but her green eyes, which still remain as serene as a lake, as if recounting an unshakable faith. "You seem in high spirits today." "Yes... after all, there's a very important 'performance'." "Indeed. The Charmony Festival's rehearsal is about to start. Please head to the preparation room." ... She steps out from the dressing room, leaving behind the brilliant lights of the theater, fading into the distance. "My stage lies not here." She closes her eyes, letting the night swallow her silhouette. "From the past to the present, my song has always been for..." "For those who have lost hope."

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 29 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 337 · DEF 246

Sailing Towards a Second Life 5★ · The Hunt

He felt as if he had fallen into a deep sea. Everything was departing from him, leaving only his hollow thoughts writhing and struggling all alone. Terror, anxiety, loneliness, darkness, rage — these feelings didn't dissipate with his physical body, but remained within the mechanical shell in a different manner — and they were even heavier than before. He heard the call of the dead, smelled the scent of something being charred, the whirl of machinery buzzed around his ears, and the new blue blood flew towards his thirsty heart... Some cruel memories resurfaced as the unforgettable hatred turned into a weak light in the darkness. He followed the light to walk toward the end of it all, exerting every ounce of his strength to rise once again to the surface. He opened his eyes and a flash of fireworks darted past before hearing the doctor's congratulations — "Welcome to this world, once again." He balled his hands into fists — hands that were now made of cold iron... He would no longer live for himself.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

Yet Hope Is Priceless 5★ · Erudition

"Lady Bonajade, if it weren't for your continuous supply of goods and donations, the orphanage would probably..." She gently stroked the children's heads, cutting off the director's words. "As long as I'm here, there's no need to worry about the days ahead... And there's no need to say these things to the children, it only adds to their worries." The children looked up, chattering with her about recent happenings, their worries, and their dreams. "Lady Bonajade, when are you gonna come visit us again?" "Don't work too hard, and make sure you get lotsa sleep..." "Lady Bonajade, when I grow up, I want to be someone like you!" She looked at the children's clear eyes and paused for a moment. "Someone like me..." The child handed her an apple, "Yes! Someone who brings light and hope to others!" Poverty, demerits, sorrow, suffering... She walked among the galaxies, taking others' pledges and giving equivalent returns. Life exists for desire, runs on it, and dies from it — this is an irrefutable law, as well as an inevitability of life itself. A philanthropist with a hidden agenda, a villainous merchant who mortgages souls... She was labeled by the world in many such ways, yet only she understood the true morals behind these actions.

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 26 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 309 · DEF 281

Those Many Springs 5★ · Nihility

After a few sudden drizzles, spring tides rise, birthing lush greenery. "How many springs has it been?" He recalls those young soldiers heading to the battlefield for the first time. Year after year, the faces were all different, yet they radiated the exact same vigor and hope. The willow withers as it waits for their return. But what they manage to bring home is often... the frost that can never melt. Birds' warbles linger in the air as he closes his eyes, allowing sunlight to fall on his face through the gaps between the leaves. —"Alas, those who remain are the loneliest of all."

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 26 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 309 · DEF 281

Dance at Sunset 5★ · Destruction

In the resplendent twilight, a swift figure darts across the rooftops. "Lili, Guoguo, let's see who makes it to the finish line first!" Scaling the eaves, evading the guards, swaying with the wind, the girl moves like a nimble critter, chasing the last sliver of sunlight. The warm evening breeze caresses her face, and the setting sun bathes the cat in a kaleidoscope of colors. "You guys won!" She declares, wiping sweat from her brow and cradling the cat in her arms. Amidst a rising galaxy of stars, her unguarded smile dissolves into a bloom of innocence, akin to the layered twilight hues adrift in the sky.

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 26 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 309 · DEF 246

I Venture Forth to Hunt 5★ · The Hunt

"Pitiful, laughable slaves..." The Denizens of Abundance's legions come crashing upon the border like an avalanche, with Lupitoxin rushing toward the Verdant Knights like a tide, trying to arouse the deep-set fear hidden in the soldiers' hearts. Illusions of dread came forth, striking the wills of the warriors, compelling them to drop their blades and be seized by hesitation. But the front remains stalwart like a bronze wall, unstirred by the borisins' disdainful words. From among the soldiers, a single figure saunters forth. She moves her body at a slow pace, and the flags behind her rustle under the unseen killing intent. "The general... it's the general..." "General Feixiao..." "The Merlin's Claw!" These small cheers and calls then come together into a thunderous battle cry. "Always soaring! Forever triumphant!" She stands there, alone. A single figure, but imbued with the might of an entire army.

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 29 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 337 · DEF 246

Scent Alone Stays True 5★ · Abundance

"First, overhaul the department's work habits." "Then, strictly implement rewards and penalties." "Of course, the most important part is figuring out everyone's tangled web of personal interests as soon as possible..." Though she was originally here to admire the scenery, her mind had unknowingly drifted toward work, with stress and trouble naturally following. She hurriedly ignites the soothing incense she always carried with her. "The world is so beautiful, yet I am so irritable... Best not to think of such miserable matters while on vacation..."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 24 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 281 · DEF 281

Ninjutsu Inscription: Dazzling Evilbreaker 5★ · Erudition

Somewhere in the Ninja Realm, a shroud of dreary gray veils the city. "Hiyaaa!" A young lady darts through the monsters, her vibrant silhouette cutting through the darkness like a stroke of paint against a moonless earth. In the midst of smoke, the Evil Ninjas wince in both agony and disbelief. "Who...are you...?" "I'm Ninja Rappa! A beacon of determination, eradicating evil and upholding justice." The Evil Ninjas exchange hesitant glances, eyes wide as they attempt to flee. "Are you prepared to recite your final rhymes?" Her shuriken dances through the air, a flurry of light and steel, overwhelming her adversaries with its blinding swiftness. "Secret Technique: Dazzling Obliteration!" The explosion behind her shatters the night, unveiling the city's wounds. With a breath drawn deep, she launches herself into the neon-lit distance, where the vibrant lights scream like a heavy metal chorus. "Such loathsome evil spirits. The Dazzling Ninja's ultimate hunt shall continue..."

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 26 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 309 · DEF 281

A Grounded Ascent 5★ · Harmony

Those delusions and fallacies have been shattered. He wanted to be the sun of the whole world, yet he fell from the sky. "Now, do you feel what pain is?" Another voice in his heart spoke thus. "Yes. And that is what I deserve to feel." He fell into dust and answered himself with his heavy footsteps. He walked on the earth and once again beheld the agony that covers the mortal realm like a never-ending font. He stepped over the thorns that blocked the road and listened to the calls of humanity. He experienced anguish, through which he obtained tranquility. "Falling was originally just another name for flying." And on this eighth day, he granted himself "departure."

Lv.1: HP 53 · ATK 22 · DEF 24 — Lv.80: HP 618 · ATK 253 · DEF 281

Long Road Leads Home 5★ · Nihility

"Who... Is she?" The girl caresses the unfamiliar self. She recalls how the fire that day had swallowed her whole, and how her bejeweled fan turned into ash. She had once walked on a never-ending road, looking for the light ahead. The sounds outside were calling for her, leading her forward, guiding her through the layers of night. The sounds within reminded her of those unfulfilled promises, unexecuted plans, and unrealized wishes... They were all still waiting for her. They never dissipated in the fire, but instead, glowed ever brighter in the flames. "That is me..." She stands at the end of the road and no longer looks back in reminiscence — "It's the original me, and also the brand-new me."

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 22 · DEF 30 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 253 · DEF 351

Time Woven Into Gold 5★ · Remembrance

"This strand, a soldier's sacrifice." "This strand, a hero's growth." "This strand, the city's prosperity." .... The Garmentmaker pulls at the threads using a needle, everything held between her fingers. "The destiny of certain heroes has already been severed..." She scoops up another set of golden threads and continues her mending. "The fates of certain heroes must continue..." The divine loom weaves on, and the Garmentmakers dance with lively grace. Eons of time had already passed through the loom, and she has long been accustomed to such waiting.... For the sake of turning time to golden "inspiration."

Lv.1: HP 48 · ATK 29 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 562 · ATK 337 · DEF 211

Into the Unreachable Veil 5★ · Erudition

"The Intelligentsia Guild's letters have been handled." "The Simulated Universe is functioning normally..." "Literary collections have been reprinted." "Hey. Shhh. Don't bother Madam Herta..." ...Within a great tower on the edge of the cosmos, puppets work methodically, dealing with all manner of chores in anticipation of her arrival. Time passes. Countless people drift through the canvas of time like meteors streaking across the night sky, bright for an instant, before ultimately returning to silence. "Madam Herta hasn't shown herself in a long time..." "Is she still thinking...?" "Hmmm. Thought this would all be done after discovering a few axioms?" She stretches, lifting her head from the calculations, and another thought surfaces in her mind... "Nothing is irrefutable. I will chase these questions to the end!"

Lv.1: HP 43 · ATK 29 · DEF 21 — Lv.80: HP 505 · ATK 337 · DEF 246

If Time Were a Flower 5★ · Harmony

"Mama, I want to hear another story!" "My sweet girl, how about a story about time?" "Time... what is it?" "Time, my dear, is like a flower." "Like the dandelions blooming in the fields?" "Yes, just like dandelions. Time grows, blossoms, and bears fruit. We call its petals 'moments.'" "And then what happens?" "Then, it withers into a thousand pieces, leaving seeds that drift everywhere..." "Mama, does that mean it becomes the 'future'?" "Guess what it turns into after that?" "It turns into so many flowers, blooming into a vibrant sea of blossoms, right?" The mother didn't have time to answer as the sunlight from the window warmed the girl's face. That gentle figure vanished once more into her dream. She opened her eyes— "If time were a flower..." she murmured. "It would surely become a sea of flowers," said the serene girl. "Of course it would!" Exclaimed the playful girl, cheering at her masterpiece.

Lv.1: HP 58 · ATK 24 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 674 · ATK 281 · DEF 211

Flame of Blood, Blaze My Path 5★ · Destruction

Cold dew congealed on the blade, sliding down in crimson streaks. The rust-tainted wilderness still flickered with embers of battle, flames leaping upon the ashes. "Mydeimos, that was a godlike fight just now!" A bare-chested warrior wiped his weapon clean, shouting in exhilaration. "Mydei, one day, I'll be as invincible as you!" A child gazed at him with reverence, clutching a broken sword in small hands. "Crown Prince, our return to Castrum Kremnos is within sight." An aged man smiled, raising his cup in a toast to him. He nodded silently and walked to the edge of the camp. The pain of rebirth still coursed across his skin. Tomorrow, he would lead the Kremnoan Detachment forth once again, migrating to foreign lands. Where this wandering would end, he did not know. The only certainty was this — he would bear the duty of a king until the blood and flames consumed him. As night deepened, he drank the bloodwine alone. A passing bard plucked at his strings, a wandering melody drifting through the air— "Home is the land of dreams, not a place one can ever reach."

Lv.1: HP 62 · ATK 22 · DEF 18 — Lv.80: HP 730 · ATK 253 · DEF 211