角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
饮下的酒液汇成一丸沉甸甸的水银，一路行经四肢百骸。那些不愿回顾的秘密，所有属于千百年前身为人类的一切被被唤起，随后又渐渐淡去颜色——
她看见那颗被称为「罗睺」的赤红星辰高悬在苍城仙舟的云巅上，如心脏般搏动不休。随后它缓缓裂开岩石、肌腱、枝蔓构成的外壳，吞吐无数子嗣，既像是永不餍足的猎食之兽反复进食，又像是即将分娩的母亲。
梦魇般的月色下，她看见曜青的狐人们徒劳地驾驭星槎，如同扰人的蚊蚋叮啄不可撼动的巨神，随后在步离人的兽舰驱逐下化为空中一闪即灭的星火。
一棵行走的巨树向身处战场中的她缓缓靠近。那树舒展百臂，刺穿所有挡路的人，那些和她并肩战斗的朋友。她恐惧地握紧断剑，但树上突然绽开一张笑脸——那是姐姐的脸。
「小妹，是我啊！你不认得我啦？」
枝叶婆娑作响，战友们的脸似树梢结出的果实般一个个长成，发出尖利的笑声。「不要屈服于死亡，不要习惯于死亡，加入我，拥抱我——」
她的剑上开出花来，数个心跳间碎成一地锈末。灵巧的枝条将一枚花环戴在了她的头上。她任由枝叶和花香环抱住她，就像那双温暖的手曾经做过的那样……
一柄燃烧的巨剑穿透了她的幻觉，烧尽了空气中甜腻的腐臭味，几乎令她无法呼吸。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，其勇武正如他的名字。然而即便是他也挣不开巨树令人窒息的纠缠……
是了，又是这段梦，无论饮下多少次忘川酒，她也无法从这段梦境里逃离。
她努力吞咽，拼命吞咽，梦境终于成了不可捉摸的烟云，消散不见。终于能睡个好觉了，这是她告别清醒时仅剩的念头。
Character Story: Part III
• Unlocked at Character Level 60
The wine she imbibes transforms into a dense pill of mercury, coursing through her limbs and bones. Memories she refuses to recall, fragments of her human existence from millennia past, resurface momentarily before gradually fading away...
She saw the crimson star known as "Rahu" suspended high amidst the clouds atop the Xianzhou Cangcheng, pulsating like a beating heart. Slowly, it cracked open, revealing a core composed of rocks, tendons, and branches. It voraciously consumed and gave birth to countless offspring, resembling a ravenous predator feasting or a mother on the verge of delivering.
Beneath the nightmarish moonlight, she witnessed the foxians of the Xianzhou Yaoqing futilely maneuvering their starskiffs, resembling powerless flies attempting to take down an invincible behemoth, only to be crushed and reduced to flickering sparks in the air by borisin beast ships.
A colossal, walking tree approached her amidst the chaos of the battlefield. Extending its myriad branches, it impaled all who stood in its path, including her comrades. As she gripped her fractured sword for a desperate struggle, she suddenly saw a smiling face blossoming upon the tree — a reflection of her sister's face.
"It's me, my dear sister. Don't you recognize me?"
The branches and leaves rustled, and the faces of her companions sprouted like fruits from the treetops, emanating raucous laughter. "Do not succumb to death. Do not grow accustomed to it. Embrace me... become a part of me..."
Flowers burst forth upon her sword, which then disintegrated into rust within a few heartbeats. Nimble branches gently crowned her head with a wreath. She allowed the foliage, leaves, and fragrant blooms to encircle her, just as the tender hands had embraced her...
A colossal, blazing sword pierced through her visions, scorching away the sweet yet putrid atmosphere, almost suffocating her. A towering figure in formidable armor crashed onto the battlefield like a meteor, bellowing at the towering tree with the valor that defined his name. However, not even that valorous warrior could sever the suffocating entanglement wrought by the colossal tree...
Yes, it's that dream again, that recurring dream. No matter how many drafts of the Wine of Oblivion she consumes, she simply cannot escape the nightmare.
She gulps down the wine with visible effort, desperately, until the dream finally transforms into an enigmatic wisp of smoke. All that remains is the solitary thought of a restful slumber, bidding farewell to wakefulness.
