角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
「姐姐…姐姐！」
她惊觉自己身处在蓝天下，周遭麦浪起伏，昂扬生长。
她笑着将细枝和一早捡来的花朵编在一起，戴在怀中女孩小小的脑袋上。女孩回过脸瞧她，笑得比花朵更明亮。
她紧紧捧着这张脸，发誓要永远保护这张纤巧、脆弱的脸，发誓要为她做很多很多。
「姐姐…姐姐！」
才一走神，这张脸就变宽了，开阔了。那俊俏的五官间已经没有一丝需要她呵护的柔弱，只有坚毅。这张脸曾与自己并肩行走，一同登上星槎，远征域外。
风沙、冰霜、泥痕…时间在这张深爱的脸上留下许多尘垢。但自己的手总会轻柔细致地抹去一切。
和自己一样，妹妹已经是个大人了。她不该当着众人的面，像总是操心的母亲那般为她擦拭。但她又怎么能轻易放手呢？她发过誓要永远保护这张脸，发誓要做很多很多。
「姐姐…姐姐！」
她抬头已身在火与血的焦土之上，地上是数千张熟悉却早已丧失生机的脸庞，妹妹的脸也在其中。
但她找不到自己的脸。
「我能救她。我能救回你们所有人。只消挥挥众手中的一枝，我就可以教血肉从白骨上长回去，让花瓣从泥尘落回花蕊。你很清楚。」
她的身下，生有千面的怪树在对她说话，也是在对所有人说话。祂挥舞枝条，枝干深扎大地。
「我乃倏忽，我乃万古。从我开始，尔等将获得真正的长生。」
她饮泣闭目，没有了反抗的余力。此刻她已是这巨树上微不足道的一颗果实，无法向雄伟的根须抗辩。
一柄燃烧的巨剑自天而降，烧尽了空气中甜腻的腐臭味。身着重甲的魁伟男子如同流星般坠入战场，怒啸着冲向巨树。那怪树如同花朵般再度绽开，金色的枝干猛烈生长，紧紧纠缠住宿敌。
「每一次克服死亡，皆是无上喜乐。和他们一样，你的血肉微不足道，但你的痛苦或能取悦我。」
枝干尖笑着，让每一个头颅开口代祂说一个字，接连成句：「腾骁，这次你打算用什么杀死我？我很期待。」
「用我自己。」男人平静回应。他的背后，金色的幻影将巨刃自天搠下，直贯大地。
「姐姐…姐姐！」
呼喊越发急切，她感到自己再次被筛选、被删除、被合并，塞进狭窄有限的自我中。
「所谓的幽府判官、十王敕使，也不过如此。」
如同所有从梦中惊醒的人一般，她回到了自己的身体，却忘记了刚才的梦。白衣判官脑海一阵恍惚。
Character Story: Part III
• Unlocked at Character Level 60
"Sister... sister!"
She was shocked to discover herself beneath an azure sky, surrounded by lush undulating waves of wheat growing.
She smiled as she braided together the twigs and flowers she'd picked up earlier, placing this wreath on the tiny head of the little girl in her lap. The girl turned back to look at her, smiling even more brightly than the flowers.
She held onto this face tightly, vowing to eternally protect this delicate, fragile face — vowing to do many, many things for her.
"Sister... sister!"
As soon as she was distracted, this face relaxed and grew broader. There was no trace of weakness in those gorgeous eyes that needed her care — only perseverance. This face once walked side-by-side with her, boarding starskiffs together and cruising out beyond the borders.
Sandstorms, frost, mud marks... Time has left behind much dirt upon this face. But these hands will always gently and meticulously wipe away everything.
Just like herself, her sister has grown and matured. She shouldn't always wipe her sister's face clean in front of everyone like an anxious mother. But how could she ever just let go of things? She vowed to protect this face forever — vowing to do many, many things.
"Sister... sister!"
She looked up from the blood and fire of the scorched earth. On the ground lay thousands of familiar but lifeless faces, including that of her sister.
But she couldn't find her own face.
"I can save her. I can save all of you. All it takes is a wave of the branch and I can teach flesh to regrow from the mere bones or let petals rise up out of the dust to the flower once more. You know very well I can."
Underneath her, a strange tree with a thousand faces spoke to her, and to everyone. THEY waved THEIR branches, penetrating deep into the earth.
"I am Shuhu. I am eternal. From me, you shall gain true immortality."
Sobbing, she closed her eyes, incapable of providing any resistance. At this moment, she was just an insignificant fruit upon this giant tree, powerless against mighty roots.
A colossal, blazing sword plunged down from the heavens, scorching away the sweet yet putrid atmosphere. A towering figure in formidable armor crashed onto the battlefield like a meteor, bellowing at the towering tree. The strange tree blossomed once more like a perennial flower, its golden branches growing ferociously to tightly entangle the enemy.
"Each time you overcome death, I am beyond overjoyed. Like them, your flesh and blood are insignificant, but your pain is something that pleases me."
The branches laughed shrilly, letting each head speak one word on THEIR behalf, stringing together a sentence, "Teng Xiao, what do you plan on using to kill me this time? I'm curious."
"With myself." The man replies calmly. Behind him, the golden illusion plunges the colossal blade straight down into the ground from high up in the sky.
"Sister... sister!"
The cries grow more urgent. She could feel herself being once again filtered, deleted, merged, and stuffed into a narrow and limited self.
"These so-called Judges of the Netherworld and envoys of the Ten Lords truly amount to nothing."
Like everyone who jolts awake from a dream, she returns to her body but has forgotten the momentary dream. The judge dressed in white feels befuddled.
