角色故事•四（解鎖條件：角色等級80）
幻月沉暗朦朧，她再度沉入夢的懷抱。
在那些漫無止盡的夢中，陌生而熟悉的碎片時常泛起，沉澱。

她夢到一滴眼淚。
絲竹禮樂不絕於耳，她伴著樂聲，為奄奄一息的族人祈福。
無論如何施救，族人的生命總會定格於青春年華，倏忽老去，至親之人的眼淚如同灼燒，滴落在她的手。

她又夢到仿若鮮衣怒馬的出征時。
她已被族人稱為「劍歌者」。劍是蕩平險阻之劍，歌為撫慰族群之歌，她誓要為族人扭轉命數，求得長生不老之恩澤。
在尋藥的漫漫長路中，她所向披靡，因此一刻也不曾駐足。在她焦急的腳步後，死亡仍然如影隨形。
以生命為燃料，那調弄玄圃的柔荑，也終於向她投來眷顧的枝條。

她又被喚醒了生死一線的記憶。
因為那未逢敵手的傲氣，她未做過多思量，便闖入了艦隊聯盟的禁地。
如今，站在她眼前的對手卻能從容擋住她的利劍。而那煌煌燎燃的火焰令她無所適從，就像是面對即將蔓延的野火，簌簌而響的葉子。
當她以毫釐之差落敗時，她聽到另一個自己的嘲笑——

「為什麼要抗拒你本來的模樣？」
她看到一株巨樹，它永生不滅，周圍的一切都已被蠶食，化作累累白骨。

然而，不待夢境呢喃出回音，她已自綿延的夢中掙脫。
她聽到秘庭之外的喧響，那份喧響趕走了死寂帶來的恐懼。
坐在金黃的樹冠上，再一次，她向人世伸出了手——

「這還用想嗎？要是變成你那樣，我還能等到蒼天航路絨絨號的更新麼！」  

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!?"