Lies Dance on the Breeze
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ПустотаБазовые характеристики
Базовая атака
582
Базовое HP
953
Базовая защита
529
Навык оружия：Deceit
Increases the wearer's SPD by 18% / 21% / 24% / 27% / 30% . After the wearer uses an attack, there is a 120% base chance to inflict the "Bamboozle" state on every enemy target. While under the "Bamboozle" state, enemy target's DEF decreases by 16% / 18% / 20% / 22% / 24% for 2 turn(s). If the wearer's SPD is higher than or equal to 170, there is a 120% base chance to inflict the "Theft" state on every enemy target. While under the "Theft" state, enemy target's DEF decreases by 8% / 9% / 10% / 11% / 12% for 2 turn(s). When "Bamboozle" or "Theft" is inflicted repeatedly, only the latest effect inflicted can be active.
История оружия
The cat-eared girl stretches her limbs on the rooftop, slinking into the night.
In the treasure vault that had slumbered for a thousand years, she glides effortlessly, gathering precious treasures into her embrace before vanishing without a sound.
"Foolish fate could never catch me!"
The wind through the ruins carries the scent of the wild, rustling her hood.
Resting her head against the cold stone, she swallows a bite of rough, dry rations, idly tossing a gold coin between her fingers.
A faint sound from afar reaches her ears. In that holy city bathed in dawn's light, the bustling crowds still revel in warmth and celebration.
"How much longer... a year, or ten thousand?"
She stretches with a lazy yawn, casting her restless thoughts aside.
"Hah, Cifera always has the last laugh!"
A golden streak of lightning cuts across the sky, and her proclamation lingers in the wind—
Just as it had a thousand years ago.
In the treasure vault that had slumbered for a thousand years, she glides effortlessly, gathering precious treasures into her embrace before vanishing without a sound.
"Foolish fate could never catch me!"
The wind through the ruins carries the scent of the wild, rustling her hood.
Resting her head against the cold stone, she swallows a bite of rough, dry rations, idly tossing a gold coin between her fingers.
A faint sound from afar reaches her ears. In that holy city bathed in dawn's light, the bustling crowds still revel in warmth and celebration.
"How much longer... a year, or ten thousand?"
She stretches with a lazy yawn, casting her restless thoughts aside.
"Hah, Cifera always has the last laugh!"
A golden streak of lightning cuts across the sky, and her proclamation lingers in the wind—
Just as it had a thousand years ago.
