角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
无光的幽暗中，他仿佛回到持明卵中，在波涛与幻梦里辗转来去。
他梦见自己分开海水，来到宫墟深处，埋葬故友残存的碧血，或是创造许久未诞的新生——又或者这两件事本是一体，是久久无法实践的渴望，是压垮巨龙的最后一根稻草。匠人持剑一路护卫，血痕累累。他敦促自己下定决心。
「倏忽死了…我们赢了，可还能再赢几次？我们还要付出多少像这样的代价？」
「看看这建木，它依然还活着。只要建木矗立，怪物们…它们可以一遍遍卷土重来。仙舟人、狐人和持明对抗孽物的战争，永远不会结束。」
「是啊，我们每个人都没什么特别的！我们每个人都只有一次生命，为这个牺牲，为那个去死…这全都是我们自己的选择。就像她选择了救你和镜流…就像她选择了让更多人活下去！」
战争，还有那些在战争中消失的生命，每个都和自己一样，是呼吸着的人。
他想起那些人的脸庞，疲倦地合上了眼，下定决心。
「如果有机会…我们也会选择让她，还有更多人活下去。
——持明有自己的解救之道。我可以试试。」
梦中之梦，身外化身。他回到了自我即将消逝的前一刻，冷眼旁观看着自己化为龙形，与那团无定变化的血肉之影纠缠角斗。濒死的幻觉中，神使向他展现了诡丽的图景，星辰像血红细胞般翕张着吟唱，宇宙堕入肉与欲望的渊薮。龙心努力搏动，奋起爪牙、吐息和愤怒——可无论如何强大，生命也不能对抗生命之神的使者本尊。
直到一艘星槎如箭矢刺穿了一切，他看到那个女孩从废墟中艰难爬出，手中高举着一轮绝对黑暗的「太阳」。在那快如永恒的瞬息里，他看着她的手消逝，看着她的面容消逝，他看着她消逝——那物什将周遭的一切碎为最细腻的齑粉，卷入力量的风暴里，连同女孩自己。
Character Story: Part III
• Unlocked at Character Level 60
In the dim abyss devoid of light, he seemed to have returned to the insides of a Vidyadhara egg, being ceaselessly churned in tumultuous waves and elusive dreams.
He dreamed that he parted the ocean's waters and came to the palace ruin depths, burying the remnants of his old friend's hallowed blood, or creating a new life that had not been seen for millennia — or, perhaps, those two actions were one and the same, an unattainable desire that could not be carried out for long years in the past, a final straw that broke the gargantuan dragon's back. The craftsman was covered in blood and wounds as he guarded the dragon with a sword in his hand. He urged himself to commit to the decision.
"Shuhu is dead... we won, but how many more victories can we manage to achieve? How many more prices like this must we pay?"
"Look, the Ambrosial Arbor still stands. So long as it is alive, the monsters... they can come back again and again. The war of the Xianzhou natives, foxians, and Vidyadhara against the abominations will never end."
"Yes, none of us are special! Each of us has only one life, sacrificing for this, dying for that... it's all our own choices. Just like how she chose to save you and Jingliu... just like how she chose to let more people live on!"
War, and the lives that expired in the war, were living beings just like him.
He shut his eyes wearily, remembering their faces, and made up his mind.
"If there's a chance... we will also choose to let her and more people live on.
We, the Vidyadhara, have our own way of salvation. I can give it a try."
Like an out-of-body experience, like a dream within a dream, he returned to the moment before his sense of self disappeared. With a cold and emotionless mind, he observed himself turning into a dragon, entangled and fighting claw-and-fangs against that bulb of shapeshifting shadow of flesh and blood. In an illusion seen on the verge of death, the emissary of the god showed him an unsettling, beautiful scene — the stars pulsated and sang hymns like red blood cells, and the universe descended into an abyss of flesh and desires. The dragon heart beat to its limit, raising its fangs, breath, and fury — however, no matter how mighty it was, a "lifeform" cannot defy the true body of god of life's envoy.
...Until a starskiff ran everything through like an arrow shaft. He saw that girl crawling out of the ruins with great difficulty, lifting a "sun" of absolute darkness in her hand. In that fleeting eternity, he saw her hand disappear, saw her face disappear, and saw HER disappear — That item had ground everything around it into the finest dust and dragged them into a vortex of raw power, including that girl.
A tuft of hair and a few drops of blood fell to the floor as evidence of her existence. Those were the only traces she left.
