角色故事•三（解鎖條件：角色等級60）
無光的幽暗中，他仿佛回到持明卵中，在波濤與幻夢裏輾轉來去。
他夢見自己分開海水，來到宮墟深處，埋葬故友殘存的碧血，或是創造許久未誕的新生——又或者這兩件事本是一體，是久久無法實踐的渴望，是壓垮巨龍的最後一根稻草。匠人持劍一路護衛，血痕累累。他敦促自己下定決心。
「倏忽死了…我們贏了，可還能再贏幾次？我們還要付出多少像這樣的代價？」
「看看這建木，它依然還活着。只要建木矗立，怪物們…它們可以一遍遍捲土重來。仙舟人、狐人和持明對抗孽物的戰爭，永遠不會結束。」
「是啊，我們每個人都沒什麼特別的！我們每個人都只有一次生命，為這個犧牲，為那個去死…這全都是我們自己的選擇。就像她選擇了救你和鏡流…就像她選擇了讓更多人活下去！」
戰爭，還有那些在戰爭中消失的生命，每個都和自己一樣，是呼吸着的人。
他想起那些人的臉龐，疲倦地合上了眼，下定決心。
「如果有機會…我們也會選擇讓她，還有更多人活下去。
——持明有自己的解救之道。我可以試試。」
夢中之夢，身外化身。他回到了自我即將消逝的前一刻，冷眼旁觀看着自己化為龍形，與那團無定變化的血肉之影糾纏角斗。瀕死的幻覺中，神使向他展現了詭麗的圖景，星辰像血紅細胞般翕張着吟唱，宇宙墮入肉與欲望的淵藪。龍心努力搏動，奮起爪牙、吐息和憤怒——可無論如何強大，生命也不能對抗生命之神的使者本尊。
直到一艘星槎如箭矢刺穿了一切，他看到那個女孩從廢墟中艱難爬出，手中高舉着一輪絕對黑暗的「太陽」。在那快如永恆的瞬息里，他看着她的手消逝，看着她的面容消逝，他看着她消逝——那物什將周遭的一切碎為最細膩的齏粉，捲入力量的風暴里，連同女孩自己。
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.
