角色故事•三（解鎖條件：角色等級60）
飲下的酒液匯成一丸沉甸甸的水銀，一路行經四肢百骸。那些不願回顧的秘密，所有屬於千百年前身為人類的一切被被喚起，隨後又漸漸淡去顏色——
她看見那顆被稱為「羅睺」的赤紅星辰高懸在蒼城仙舟的雲巔上，如心臟般搏動不休。隨後它緩緩裂開岩石、肌腱、枝蔓構成的外殼，吞吐無數子嗣，既像是永不饜足的獵食之獸反覆進食，又像是即將分娩的母親。
夢魘般的月色下，她看見曜青的狐人們徒勞地駕馭星槎，如同擾人的蚊蚋叮啄不可撼動的巨神，隨後在步離人的獸艦驅逐下化為空中一閃即滅的星火。
一棵行走的巨樹向身處戰場中的她緩緩靠近。那樹舒展百臂，刺穿所有擋路的人，那些和她並肩戰鬥的朋友。她恐懼地握緊斷劍，但樹上突然綻開一張笑臉——那是姐姐的臉。
「小妹，是我啊！你不認得我啦？」
枝葉婆娑作響，戰友們的臉似樹梢結出的果實般一個個長成，發出尖利的笑聲。「不要屈服於死亡，不要習慣於死亡，加入我，擁抱我——」
她的劍上開出花來，數個心跳間碎成一地鏽末。靈巧的枝條將一枚花環戴在了她的頭上。她任由枝葉和花香環抱住她，就像那雙溫暖的手曾經做過的那樣……
一柄燃燒的巨劍穿透了她的幻覺，燒盡了空氣中甜膩的腐臭味，幾乎令她無法呼吸。身着重甲的魁偉男子如同流星般墜入戰場，怒嘯着沖向巨樹，其勇武正如他的名字。然而即便是他也掙不開巨樹令人窒息的糾纏……
是了，又是這段夢，無論飲下多少次忘川酒，她也無法從這段夢境裏逃離。
她努力吞咽，拼命吞咽，夢境終於成了不可捉摸的煙雲，消散不見。終於能睡個好覺了，這是她告別清醒時僅剩的念頭。
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.
