角色故事•三（解鎖條件：角色等級60）
她知曉自己的終點與逐火的同伴不同，卻也逐漸開始擁有屬於自己的一些小小的溫暖瞬間。
在金絲溫柔的牽引下，她第一次笨拙地與人共舞。在那生機勃勃的花園，她與風堇一同製作如生般鮮活的乾花。還有在樹庭畢業的那日，陽光灑落她的長裙，有如蝶翅的碎影……
那些對他人而言或許無足輕重的瞬間，早已成為她度過寒涼歲月的薪柴。
她是如此地渴望溫暖，卻也恰恰因此克制着更多的期待，也許是因為那不斷失卻的逐火之旅，也許是因為不想再經歷殘酷的傷悲…就像那個糾纏她已久的噩夢，一遍遍重複的那樣——
刻法勒手中夕陽沉落，血色的遲暮籠罩黎明的聖城。
黑潮湧至，死寂的浴池中，黃金的織者第一次與她擁抱，花海中只余織者疲憊的嘆息。
「我的『愛』，不會因死亡而逝去。」
「小蝶，明天見~」襤褸不堪的信使化作玩偶，倒在她的懷中奄奄一息。
她試圖抓住那些飛散的花瓣，而那捷足的盜賊握住她的手，為她捎來最後的酬勞。
「就當幫我一次，騙騙死亡那又如何？」
天空的祭司低垂眼眸，靠在她的肩頭消散。浴血的王儲閉上雙眼，等待她的處刑。戰士流下血淚，鎧甲破碎。樹庭的哲人微笑，邀請她作最後的見證。
夢的末尾，她看見那天外來客跪倒在星空之下，她最恐懼的猜想就此印證……
「蝶寶，再多休息一會吧。」
在昏光庭院的催眠治療室，醫師的眼中滿是擔憂。
她擦去額頭的汗水，仿佛下定某種決心。
「不，我會盡我所能，絕不讓噩夢成真……」
「逐火的英雄們本行於不同的路
我們因微茫的光互相吸引
就如忍受灼燒之痛的飛蛾
並非因為看見希望才向前飛去
而是因為向前飛去而看見希望
……」
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
