角色故事•一（解鎖條件：角色等級20）
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逃離雅努薩波利斯，至今已有十年。
十年時光，*我們*以腳步丈量大地，不知不覺間已將翁法羅斯走遍。
黑潮的發展比想像的更嚴重。自西至東，自南向北，甚至連高居天空的城邦也無法倖免於難…*我們*看著邊境的蕞爾小國在一朝一夕間便被瘋漲的黑潮吞噬，將生靈化作它的養料，隨後以更加迅猛的姿態向前推進…翁法羅斯輝煌的往日不復存在，到處是觸目驚心的腐壞，泰坦瘋狂，英雄隕落，人民流離失所。
但醉心於紛爭的人們看不到。
不久之前，黑潮已然迫近內陸。那裡的城邦富庶，彼此之間交通發達，商業繁盛，但有人將*我們*的預言視為狂妄的戲言，有人將我們視作口吐不祥之語的祭司，無人聆聽，無人駐足…如若一定要流下滾燙的血才能使眾人團結，從*我們*開始又何妨？
緹▇呵，我知道你已飛向黑潮的前線，送回了最新的消息，卻身中黑潮造物的利箭死去。
緹▇呵，我知道你掩護難民離開，卻遭到貴族的仇視，在刺客的匕首下奄奄一息。
緹▇呵，我知道你護送迷失的孩童，只差一步便能抵達安全之所。那明麗的髮辮浸沒在血泊之中，我們再也不能為你編織，為你梳洗。
一座又一座城邦的陷落，使世人從無休止的內戰中抬起頭來，看清這世界瀕臨毀滅的面貌。
羔羊的鮮血不會白流，我等在一片荊棘踏出最初的路，希冀後來的人，比*我們*行向更遠……」
——一篇年代久遠的日記
紙張已薄如蟬翼，由緹安放在一個娃娃的懷中
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
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It's been ten years since I fled Janusopolis.
In those ten years, we measured the earth with our steps, unknowingly covering every corner of Amphoreus.
The spread of the black tide has been far worse than expected. From west to east, from south to north, even cities high in the sky have not been spared... We watched as tiny nations were consumed overnight by the growing black tide, turning all life into its fuel, surging forward with even greater force... The once-glorious past of Amphoreus is gone, replaced by overwhelming decay, raging Titans, fallen heroes, and displaced people.
But those consumed by the Strife fail to see.
The black tide has drawn near the inland cities. These cities are rich and well-connected, thriving on trade, but some dismissed our prophecy as nonsense and saw us as mere priests of bad omens, with no one listening, no one caring... If it takes shedding blood to unite the people, why not let it start with us?
Tri▇▇▇▇, I know you went to the front lines to send word of the black tide's advance, only to be struck down by the arrows of Black Tide Creatures.
Tri▇▇▇▇, I know you helped the refugees escape, only to be despised by the nobility and left to die by an assassin's dagger.
Tri▇▇▇▇, I know you escorted lost children, so close to safety. Your bright braids are now soaked in blood, and we can no longer braid or care for them.
With the fall of one city after another, the people are beginning to look beyond their endless conflicts and see the world on the brink of collapse.
The blood of the innocent will not be shed in vain. We've walked the first steps through thorns, hoping those who follow us will go farther than we ever could..."
— An ancient diary entry
The paper as thin as a cicada's wings, left in the arms of a doll by Trianne
