角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
幻月沉暗朦胧，她再度沉入梦的怀抱。
在那些漫无止尽的梦中，陌生而熟悉的碎片时常泛起，沉淀。

她梦到一滴眼泪。
丝竹礼乐不绝于耳，她伴着乐声，为奄奄一息的族人祈福。
无论如何施救，族人的生命总会定格于青春年华，倏忽老去，至亲之人的眼泪如同灼烧，滴落在她的手。

她又梦到仿若鲜衣怒马的出征时。
她已被族人称为「剑歌者」。剑是荡平险阻之剑，歌为抚慰族群之歌，她誓要为族人扭转命数，求得长生不老之恩泽。
在寻药的漫漫长路中，她所向披靡，因此一刻也不曾驻足。在她焦急的脚步后，死亡仍然如影随形。
以生命为燃料，那调弄玄圃的柔荑，也终于向她投来眷顾的枝条。

她又被唤醒了生死一线的记忆。
因为那未逢敌手的傲气，她未做过多思量，便闯入了舰队联盟的禁地。
如今，站在她眼前的对手却能从容挡住她的利剑。而那煌煌燎燃的火焰令她无所适从，就像是面对即将蔓延的野火，簌簌而响的叶子。
当她以毫厘之差落败时，她听到另一个自己的嘲笑——

「为什么要抗拒你本来的模样？」
她看到一株巨树，它永生不灭，周围的一切都已被蚕食，化作累累白骨。

然而，不待梦境呢喃出回音，她已自绵延的梦中挣脱。
她听到秘庭之外的喧响，那份喧响赶走了死寂带来的恐惧。
坐在金黄的树冠上，再一次，她向人世伸出了手——

「这还用想吗？要是变成你那样，我还能等到苍天航路绒绒号的更新么！」  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

The Phantasmoon dims, and she drifts back into the embrace of dreams.
In those endless dreams, fragments both strange and familiar rise then settle.

She dreamed of a single tear.
A ceaseless tune rang in her ears, its melody swaying her as she lamented her dying kin.
No matter how hard she tried to save them, they relentlessly peaked at youth, froze, and plummeted into old age. Their tears falling on her hands were searing.

She dreamed once again of gloriously marching to war.
Her kin had come to call her the "Swordsinger." The blade to cut through all obstacles, the song to comfort her people. She vowed to overturn their fate and bless them with eternal life.
She was tireless on her quest for the elixir. Yet behind her hurried steps, death followed like a shadow.
Using life itself as fuel, the slender hands tending the mystical garden finally extended toward her a branch of favor.

Memories of life and death stirred her awake once more.
Driven by unmatched pride, she had charged thoughtlessly into the forbidden territory of the Alliance Fleet.
Only afterward did she consider how effortlessly the opponent in front of her could parry her sword. Like dry leaves faced with encroaching wildfire, she too was at a loss in front of this blaze.
When she lost by the slimmest of margins, her other self mocks:

"Why resist what you truly are?"
She saw a giant tree, eternally immortal even as its surroundings were devoured and reduced to nothing but piles of bleached bones.

Yet before the Dreamscape could murmur its reply, she had already broken free of its unending embrace.
She heard clamoring beyond the courtyard, a noise that chased away the terror born of deathly silence.
Seated upon the golden treetop, once more, she reached out her hand toward the mortal world:

"Is that even a question? If I turned into something like you, how could I keep up with Fluffy Across the Blue's latest updates!?"