角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
離開哀地里亞的那一天，她踏上覲見塞納托斯的旅途，一場不知終點在何處的征程。
她斥退黑潮造物，挽救衰敗的村莊。她不再是哀地里亞的「督戰聖女」，卻還是刻意與人保持距離，藏起自己的雙手。但她不忍孩童閃亮的目光，第一次拿起針線，滿足了孩子撫摸玩偶的最後願望。
在那遍佈死亡的戰場，她為無法歸鄉的戰士寫下寄託哀思的家書，她也曾跟隨驕傲的詩人學習，用詩篇為後者送別……
「死亡是無法逃避的必然」，「死亡是屬於戰士的榮譽」，「死亡不過是走出時間」…在那漫長的一路，她聽過許多或直白或詩意的議論，然而這些答案猶如拂過水麵的微風，從未抵達她的內心深處。
「後來…有人說，那黎明照拂的聖城滿溢生的希望，我或許能在這裏……」
少女欲言又止。
「沒事沒事，你現在不想說也沒事，奧赫瑪歡迎你！」紅髮女孩為她端來一杯熱茶。
金髮女士頗有興趣地打量着少女的手套——
「很有設計感的飾品，也是旅途中學會的麼？」
她羞澀地交叉起手指。
「嗯，我想…至少能讓告別，更莊重一些。」
奧赫瑪的陽光熱烈而燦爛，黎明機器永不落幕的宣告許諾了無盡的明天。
從那小屋開始，她小心翼翼地開始第二次人生。
原本空曠的房間在她的裝扮下一日日豐盈起來，羊毛氈玩偶，奇美拉抱枕，厚厚的詩集，它們不再是悲傷的象徵，而成為贈禮、紀念與祝福——
那些曾為了逝者而存在的習慣，在奧赫瑪的陽光下第一次有了生的溫暖和力量。
「從這扇窗中望出去的風景
依然同來時的一樣
陽光燦爛，水波溫柔
我吹散雙手的雪
不讓它們太過寒冷、太接近於春天
……」
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
The day she left Aidonia, she embarked on a journey to meet Thanatos, a journey with an unknown destination.
She repelled the creations of the black tide, and saved declining villages. She was no longer the Maiden of War from Aidonia, but she still kept her distance from others deliberately, hiding her own hands. Yet, she was no match for the children's sparkling eyes. When she first picked up the needle and thread, she fulfilled a child's final wish to touch a plush toy.
In the battlefield engulfed by death, she wrote letters back to the grieving families of the warriors who could not return home. She even learned from a prideful poet, and used poems to see off the dead...
"Death is an unavoidable inevitability," "Death is a warrior's honor," "Death is merely a walk out of time." On that arduous journey, she heard plenty of discussions, some direct, some poetic. Yet, these answers were like a breeze that blew over the water surface, never reaching the depths of her heart.
"Then... someone said, that dawn enveloped the holy city's overflowing hope, perhaps there, I can also..."
The girl hesitated.
"Don't worry, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it now. Okhema welcomes you!"The red-haired girl served her a cup of hot tea.
The golden-haired lady examined the girl's gloves with interest—
"Such aesthetically designed accessory, did you also learn to make it during your travels?"
She shyly interlocked her fingers.
"Yes, I wanted... farewells to be more formal."
The sunlight in Okhema was parching and radiant, the unending announcement from the Dawn Device promised endless tomorrows.
Starting from that small cabin, she carefully began her second life.
The originally empty room was decorated with bits and pieces of her daily life, felt plush toys, chimera pillows, and thick collections of poems. They were no longer symbols of tragedies, but gifts, memorials, and blessings—
The habits she once had for the dead were able to give birth to warmth and strength for the first time, under Okhema's sunlight.
"The scenery outside this window always looks the same.
Brilliant sunlight, gentle ripples.
I blew off the snow on my hands,
so that they wouldn't be too cold,
for spring was far too near.
..."
— Written by a girl, a poem titled "Spring"
