角色故事•四（解鎖條件：角色等級80）
時至今日，沐浴神性的織機仍在不停輪轉，眾多衣匠飄搖於半空，無人知道它們是為何而舞動，又是為何而休止。
「衣匠，請前往廣場，那裡有我們遠道而來的客人……」
這樣的場景似乎重複過很多次。以往是她走向別人，現在是別人走向她。
彼時彼刻，那身著銀白鎧甲的青年站在此處，稚氣未脫的臉龐被仇恨和血污浸染。
紫裙的少女靜默無聲，她所行之地，冰冷的死亡會摻雜著幽深的花香。
還有一位飛賊像貓兒似的從奧赫瑪消失，但她仍當這是場滑稽的惡作劇。
那如微光般溫暖的女孩，也曾治癒過她的傷痕。
還有那異邦的王儲，高傲的學者——
「如果一根絲線不夠，那麼就讓千千萬萬根絲線拉起天穹……」
她尋找著，牽引著各異的命運之線，將他們連綴為強韌的網，然後，那網會撲向泰坦的火種，令它們在新的世界再度燃燒。
「黃金裔們，會一同編織出璀璨奪目的未來。」
在等待的間隙，她來到窗邊，俯瞰著熙熙攘攘的奧赫瑪城。
「衣匠，再為我沏一杯熱茶吧。」
她感到些許寒冷，但她的心已不再為往事的悲傷而悸動。
無形的金線自她的指尖向外延展，城邦的脈搏與心跳，風聲與雨聲，都在她的指尖躍動、顫抖，就像浪漫之神誕下的靈感，孕育著新生命的搏動——
她端詳已久，終是收起了少女時代裁剪的華服。
「哪怕，最後只能身著素衣……」
相傳每一位「墨涅塔」的信眾，往往都會耗費一生的辛勞，向神明獻上自己所認為「至美」的作品。
她已很久沒有編織過美麗的衣物了。
Character Story: Part IV
• Unlocked at Character Level 80
To this day, the divine loom spins relentlessly, with numerous Garmentmakers hovering in midair. No one knows why they dance or why they rest.
"Garmentmaker, please head to the plaza. We have guests who have traveled from afar..."
This scene had unfolded countless times before. In the past, she was always the one reaching out, and now, it was others who sought her.
At that moment, a young man in silver-white armor stands there, his youthful face marred by hatred and bloodstains.
The girl in the purple dress remains silent, leaving a trail of chilling death mingled with the deep fragrance of flowers wherever she goes.
A thief, as stealthy as a cat, vanishes from Okhema, but she dismisses it as merely a silly prank.
The girl, warm as a faint light, had once healed her scars.
And then there is the crown prince from the outlands, the proud scholar —
"If one thread isn't enough, then let a myriad of threads lift the sky..."
She seeks out diverse threads of fate, intertwining them into a resilient net. This net would launch toward the Titans' Coreflames, rekindling it afresh in a new world.
"The Chrysos Heirs will together weave a dazzlingly bright future."
During a brief pause, she steps up to the window, overlooking the bustling city of Okhema below.
"Garmentmaker, brew me another cup of hot tea, please."
She shivers slightly, yet her heart is no longer stirred by the sorrows of the past.
Invisible golden threads spill from her fingertips, intertwining with the city-state's pulse and heartbeat, with the whisper of wind and patter of rain — all resonating under her touch, like inspiration conjured by the god of romance, pulsing with the promise of new life.
After deep thought, she carefully packs away the ornate garments she had crafted in her youth.
"Even if, in the end, I must wear nothing but plain clothes..."
Legend holds that every disciple of Mnestia devotes their entire life to crafting what they deem to be the Ultimate Beauty to present to their deity.
It's been a long time since she crafted beautiful garments.
Yet, she has never ceased weaving the threads of destiny.
