角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
她知晓自己的终点与逐火的同伴不同，却也逐渐开始拥有属于自己的一些小小的温暖瞬间。
在金丝温柔的牵引下，她第一次笨拙地与人共舞。在那生机勃勃的花园，她与风堇一同制作如生般鲜活的干花。还有在树庭毕业的那日，阳光洒落她的长裙，有如蝶翅的碎影……
那些对他人而言或许无足轻重的瞬间，早已成为她度过寒凉岁月的薪柴。
她是如此地渴望温暖，却也恰恰因此克制着更多的期待，也许是因为那不断失却的逐火之旅，也许是因为不想再经历残酷的伤悲…就像那个纠缠她已久的噩梦，一遍遍重复的那样——
刻法勒手中夕阳沉落，血色的迟暮笼罩黎明的圣城。
黑潮涌至，死寂的浴池中，黄金的织者第一次与她拥抱，花海中只余织者疲惫的叹息。
「我的『爱』，不会因死亡而逝去。」
「小蝶，明天见~」褴褛不堪的信使化作玩偶，倒在她的怀中奄奄一息。
她试图抓住那些飞散的花瓣，而那捷足的盗贼握住她的手，为她捎来最后的酬劳。
「就当帮我一次，骗骗死亡那又如何？」
天空的祭司低垂眼眸，靠在她的肩头消散。浴血的王储闭上双眼，等待她的处刑。战士流下血泪，铠甲破碎。树庭的哲人微笑，邀请她作最后的见证。
梦的末尾，她看见那天外来客跪倒在星空之下，她最恐惧的猜想就此印证……
「蝶宝，再多休息一会吧。」
在昏光庭院的催眠治疗室，医师的眼中满是担忧。
她擦去额头的汗水，仿佛下定某种决心。
「不，我会尽我所能，绝不让噩梦成真……」
「逐火的英雄们本行于不同的路
我们因微茫的光互相吸引
就如忍受灼烧之痛的飞蛾
并非因为看见希望才向前飞去
而是因为向前飞去而看见希望
……」
Character Story: Part III
• Unlocked at Character Level 60
She knew her destination was not the same as her Flame-Chase companions, but she gradually began to find her own fleeting moments of warmth.
As the golden thread gently guided her, she clumsily danced with others for the first time. In that garden teeming with life, she made fresh dried flowers together with Hyacine. And on the day she graduated from the Grove, sunlight draped over her dress, casting scattered shadows that resembled butterfly wings...
Those moments that may seem insignificant to others were already firewood for her to live through her lonely and cold years.
She craved warmth so much, but also contained her anticipation. Perhaps it was because the Flame-Chase Journey is filled with continuous loss, or perhaps because she didn't want to experience cruel misery... Just like that nightmare that had clung to her for the longest time, repeating itself again and again—
The sun set in Kephale's palm, the blood-colored dusk engulfed the dawn of the holy city.
The black tide surged, and in the dead silent bath, the Weaver of Gold embraced her for the first time. Only the weaver's tired sigh remained in the sea of flowers.
"My 'love' will not vanish because of death."
"See you tomorrow, Cas~" The shabby messenger turned into a plush toy and collapsed in her arms, barely breathing.
She tried to grasp those scattering petals, but that agile thief caught her hand, giving her the last reward.
"Do me a favor, just this once. So what if we cheat death?"
The sky priest lowered her eyes and disappeared as she leaned on the girl's shoulder. The blood-soaked crown prince closed his eyes and awaited her execution. The warrior wept tears of blood, his armor broken. The sage from the Grove smiled and invited her to be the final witness.
At the end of the dream, she saw an interstellar visitor kneel and fall over under the starry sky, proving her most terrifying assumption...
"Cassie, get a bit more rest."
In the Twilight Courtyard's hypnosis treatment room, the doctor's eyes were filled with concern.
She wiped off the sweat on her forehead as if she had made a determined decision.
"No. I'll do everything I can, so that nightmare won't ever come true..."
"The Flame-Chasing heroes initially walked different paths
We were attracted to each other because of our weak lights.
Like moths that endured searing pain
We do not fly forth because we see hope
But because we only see hope when we flew
..."
— A poem titled "Flame-Chase" written by the girl
