角色故事•二（解鎖條件：角色等級40）
廣袤的珊瑚礁已成一片死地。
第一次將劍刺入黑潮造物的身體時，她的雙手仍會輕輕地顫抖。
第一百次與腐朽的昔日夥伴相向，那暗啞的弦已能毫不費力地割開喉嚨。
第一千次，第一萬次…提琴的珠光零落在海面，而深海已成血色——
在那寂然無聲的宮殿廢墟，只剩海列屈拉與她一個人的歡宴。
「♫陸地上的人們吶，會舉辦永不散場的歡宴，將我們的犧牲獎賞……♫」
哀婉的歌聲迴蕩，當「紛爭」的泰坦接過抵禦黑潮的使命，欣喜的海列屈拉第一次踏出昏黑的海水。
她用珠貝妝點面容，她的尾鰭變為雙腿，身上的泡沫化作盛裝。波瀾不再在她的頭頂怒吼，而是在腳下呻吟。
海鳥圍繞著大海盤旋，聲聲悽厲。波濤息止了一瞬，又再次滾滾而逝去。
就像是泡影破裂之後，什麼都不曾存在過一樣。
她忍受著每一步錐心刺骨的疼痛，前往應許的斯緹科西亞——
這片大地有刺鼻的空氣，堆積如山的屍骨，紛爭與戰火…卻唯獨沒有那場神明許諾的歡宴之地。
「我……海……瑟……」
在那污濁的空氣中，她的聲音喑啞。
她學習人類的話語，但那些喧囂的字眼讓她無法再如歌般吟唱。她逐漸學會以沉默代替言語。
「一柄不會鏽蝕的刀劍」，「一曲冷酷的琴音」…終日與她相伴的，是刺穿肌體的彈響，是生命灑血的悲鳴——
他們說，那來自海洋的劍士明明極善演奏，卻緘默疏離，從不言明心跡。
她看見向自己伸來的許多雙手，有些意圖將她抹殺，有些則聲稱會為她提供援助，它們曾點燃一盞盞燈火，然後一盞盞熄滅。
「海瑟音，你在往何處去？」
她無法回答。
舊日的琴已化為兩把利劍，唯有鋒利的輓歌流淌弦上。
即便渴望有一日會有人聽懂其中嚮往，但她逐漸意識到人世也與寂寞的深海無異。
每個人都像是迷失的魚兒，每個人都在盲目地朝著光芒游去。
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
The once-lush coral reef had become a graveyard of lifeless stone.
The first time she drove her blade into the Black Tide Creature, her hands trembled ever so slightly.
The hundredth time she faced a corrupted former friend, her dull strings could slice through flesh without hesitation.
The thousandth, the ten thousandth... Pearls from her instrument scattered over the sea, and the deep water had turned to blood...
In the silent ruins of that forgotten palace, only Helektra remained at her solitary feast.
"♫ The people on the land will throw feasts that never end, to honor our sacrifice... ♫"
The mournful song echoed through the sea as the Titan of Strife took up the fight against black tide. And for the first time, Helektra rose from the dark waters with joy in her heart.
She adorned her face with pearls. Her tail split into legs. The seafoam on her body became a gown. The crashing tide no longer roared over her head, but whimpered beneath her feet.
Seabirds cried overhead in chilling tones. The waves stilled for a moment, then rolled away again.
As if the dream had popped like a bubble and never truly existed.
She bore each step toward the Promised Land of Styxia with searing pain, like walking on knives...
The land reeked of pungent air as corpses piled high. Conflict and fire ravaged every corner... But the feast promised by the gods was nowhere to be found.
"I... Hy...si..."
Her voice rasped in the polluted air.
She had tried to learn the language of humans, but their noisy, jagged words made it impossible to sing as she once did. So, she slowly chose silence over speech.
"A blade that would never rust," "A melody of cruelty"... What accompanied her day after day were the twangs that pierced flesh, and the cries of lives bleeding out...
They said the swordmaster from the sea could play like no other, yet she stayed distant and mute, never revealing what lay in her heart.
She had seen many hands reach out to her. Some sought to erase her, others offered help. They had lit one flame after another, only to let each flicker out.
"Hysilens, where are you headed?"
She couldn't answer.
Her old instrument had long become two blades, with only sharp requiems now echoing from the strings.
She had once wished someone might understand the longing within her song, but came to realize that the human world was no different from the lonely deep sea.
Everyone was just another lost fish, blindly swimming toward the light.
