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阿格莱雅

角色详情
在那黎明照拂的圣城，织者抚弄金丝，连缀命运。
“金织”阿格莱雅，背负“浪漫”火种的黄金裔，你要召集世间英雄，带领他们再度踏上漫长的征程
——击落众神，归还神火，予以几近覆灭的翁法罗斯新生。  

Character Details

In that holy city kissed by the dawn, the weaver caresses the golden threads, entwining fates.
The Chrysos Heir that bears the "Romance" Coreflame gathered the world's heroes, leading them on a long journey once more
— to topple the gods, reclaim the divine flame, and grant rebirth to the nearly fallen Amphoreus.

角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
许多年之后，当她无意间找到少女时代织就的衣物，温柔自绸缎流淌而下，令她久无波动的心为之一颤。

世代供奉“墨涅塔”的家族中，人人从小学习一项“美”的技艺，大师们的画像悬于私人浴池的名誉墙上，无时不刻审视着他们的子孙。
谁到了这里不是噤若寒蝉，可偏偏她在那大师目光的重压下轻盈走动。
“绘画失之于虚假，音乐失之于抽象，雕塑失之于笨重，戏剧失之于流俗……”
长辈一脸无奈，稚嫩的声音却让人无法反驳。
“小雅，还能有什么比它们更美？”
她踏出浴池，踮脚舞蹈至镜前，淡金色的长发如瀑般流淌而下。
“不。”
水晕弥漫的镜面上，金色的双眸牵引着万缕千丝的视线——
“我一定会找到——那更美的存在。”

“就是为了这样单纯的理由，后来啊……”衣物的温暖触着指尖，泛起回忆。
她在树庭中淘气攀爬，浴池中沉思想象，只为了拾一枚金叶，一捧灵感的浪花。
她在屋顶跳跃奔跑，在原野逗留张望，为了用丝线重现微风的自由与弥远的花香。
时间流淌，织机不停，她的作品源源不断，于奥赫玛中掀起风潮，一次又一次。
她穿着最为得意的织物拜访神殿，但她仍怀有疑问：“这是美吗？”

那“墨涅塔”的祭司已至暮年，虽难以清晰视物，但女孩的光彩仍刺破了她眼前的昏暗。

“小雅，当你接过‘金织’的职责时，你一定能创造出令诸神嫉妒的作品。
“这件衣物，以及穿着这件衣物的你，都是如此美丽…但这并不是‘美’。”
“可…美和美丽…不是一个意思吗？”

“你呀，还不懂…不懂是好事，好事啊……”  

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

Years later, when she unexpectedly discovers a garment she had woven in her youth, tenderness pours from the silk, gently shaking her long-stilled heart.

In the family devoted to Mnestia throughout the generations, each member is taught a "beautiful" art from a young age. Portraits of the great masters hang on the honor wall of the private bath, ever watching over their progeny.
While many are left speechless by the intense scrutiny of these masters, she moves with an effortless grace beneath their heavy gaze.
"Painting succumbs to pretense, music to abstraction, sculpture to bulkiness, and drama to the mundane..."
The elders show clear signs of defeat, but her voice, young and resolute, silences any objections.
"Little Agy, surely there is nothing more beautiful than these."
Stepping out of the bath, she dances on tiptoes to the mirror, her pale golden hair cascading like a waterfall.
"No."
In the steam-clouded mirror, her golden eyes pull countless strands of attention along —
"I will find it — the existence that surpasses all others in beauty."

"It was for such a simple reason that, later on..." The warmth of the garment touches her fingertips, awakening memories.
She mischievously climbs in the Grove and mused in the baths, all for a golden leaf, a handful of inspirational spray.
She dashed across rooftops and paused in meadows, all to weave the freedom of the breeze and the far-off fragrance of flowers into her threads.
Time flowed on. The loom never stilled. Her creations spark trends in Okhema, again and again.
Dressed in her finest fabric, she visits the temple, yet she still wonders, "Is this beauty?"

The priest of Mnestia had reached her twilight years, her eyesight diminished, yet the girl's brilliance still cut through the gloom before her.

"Little Agy, when you assume the mantle of the 'Goldweaver,' you're destined to craft works that even the gods would envy."
"This garment, and you in this garment, are indeed beautiful... yet this isn't 'beauty'."
"But... aren't 'beauty' and 'beautiful' the same?"
"You still don't understand... and not understanding, that's a good thing, truly a good thing..."

角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
时光荏苒，她设计的服饰已如星空那般浩繁。

不知为何，那华美广大的衣橱内，却保存着许多褴褛不堪的旧衣布片。

充斥纷争的大地上，年轻的将士们穿着鲜亮的衣裳出征，归来时战服已成殓衣，甚至只能带回衣裳的一角。无人认领的时候，只有她会将这些布片收集起来。
她也曾在愤怒中毁去华服，那些腐朽堕落、养尊处优的贵族不配穿上她织就的衣裳招摇过市——即使她自己也曾是这番模样。
还有…那一件又一件小小的衣装。

在过往的时光里，她们伴她成长，同她诉说往日与未来的歌谣
——见证诸多丑恶之后，她才明白，那些稚嫩话语中的分量。
“身为奥赫玛的改衣师，墨涅塔的祭司，我与你们有着相同的职责。”
“但救世要付出的代价……”
“…就像你们一样？”
“就像*我们*一样。”

最显眼的地方，悬挂着朴素简洁的祭司长裙。她时常拿出清洗扫尘，只为不忘自己向那神明许下的诺言。
“请原谅我，为了人世间最美的作品……”
很久以前，握住火种的那一刻，她突然在黑暗中“看见”了一幅从未见过的美丽景象——

在那黄金般的未来里，再也没有纷争，也再没有死亡。  

Character Story: Part II

• Unlocked at Character Level 40

As time swept by, the garments she designed multiply, as vast as the starry heavens.
Yet, curiously, within that grand and ornate wardrobe, many tattered old fabric scraps are carefully preserved.

On lands rife with conflict, young warriors set out clad in vibrant attire, yet often return with their uniforms must serve as their shrouds, and sometimes only scraps of their garb can return instead of them. When no one claimed these remnants, she alone collects them.
In her fury, she once destroyed lavish garments. The corrupt, pampered nobles did not deserve to parade in the clothing she crafted — even though she herself had once walked among them.
And then... there are those little garments, one after another...

Throughout the years, they grow up alongside her, sharing songs of past times and dreams of the future
— Only after witnessing so much ugliness does she understand the true weight of those innocent words.
"As a dressmaster of Okhema and priest of Mnestia, my duties align with yours."
"But the price of salvation..."
"...is it like yours?"
"Just like ours."

In the most visible spot, a simple, unadorned priest's robe hangs. She frequently takes it out to clean and dust, always reminding herself of the vow she made to the deity.
"Please forgive me, for the sake of the most beautiful creation in the world..."
Long ago, at the moment she took hold of the Coreflame, she suddenly "saw" in the darkness a breathtaking vista she had never before encountered —
In that golden future, there is no more strife, no more death.

角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
他们说，那是“逐火”的旅途。他们也说，那是“失却”的旅途。

她隐约察觉到某种珍贵的东西在自己身上流逝，但她无暇旁顾，只因走在她前面的人正历经着比她更为痛苦的失去。
“这儿就交给你了，阿格莱雅。”
“一定好好干啊。”
“下次见！”
她不明白，为何告别的时候，他们都这么说。
留给她的，只有深海中隐约传来的乐声，大地上随风而逝的足迹，与一盘无解的棋局。

“孱弱的丝线，如何承担命运的重压？”
陪伴她的唯有“衣匠”，但那曾经华美的衣橱如今空空荡荡。
高贵的小姐进入政治的角斗场，引得元老院议论纷纷，在旁人的连连嗤笑中，她开始自己的筹谋。
指尖的金丝在奥赫玛织造一种网，若虫憩息在城中角落，一呼一吸都无法逃脱她的耳目。

连金丝也变得锋利，第一次染上血的气味。  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

They say it is the Flame-Chase Journey. They also say it is a journey of loss.

She can faintly feel something precious slipping away from her, but she has no time to dwell on it — for the person walking ahead of her is bearing a loss far greater than her own.
"I'll leave this place in your hands, Aglaea."
"Make sure you do your best."
"See you next time!"
She never understands why their goodbyes always sound like that.
All that remains are the faint melodies echoing from the depths of the sea, footprints swept away by the wind across the land, and an unsolvable chessboard left behind.

"How can delicate threads bear the heavy weight of fate?"
Her only companion is the Garmentmaker, yet her once grand wardrobe is now eerily empty.
The noble lady enters the political fray, sparking lively debates among the Council of Elders. Amid the continual sneers of bystanders, she begins to devise her plans.
The golden threads at her fingertips weave a net across Okhema. The nymphs rest in the corners of the city, ensnaring every whisper and breath.

Even the golden threads turn lethal, tainted with the scent of blood for the first time.

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
时至今日，沐浴神性的织机仍在不停轮转，众多衣匠飘摇于半空，无人知道它们是为何而舞动，又是为何而休止。

“衣匠，请前往广场，那里有我们远道而来的客人……”

这样的场景似乎重复过很多次。以往是她走向别人，现在是别人走向她。
彼时彼刻，那身着银白铠甲的青年站在此处，稚气未脱的脸庞被仇恨和血污浸染。
紫裙的少女静默无声，她所行之地，冰冷的死亡会掺杂着幽深的花香。
还有一位飞贼像猫儿似的从奥赫玛消失，但她仍当这是场滑稽的恶作剧。
那如微光般温暖的女孩，也曾治愈过她的伤痕。
还有那异邦的王储，高傲的学者——
“如果一根丝线不够，那么就让千千万万根丝线拉起天穹……”
她寻找着，牵引着各异的命运之线，将他们连缀为强韧的网，然后，那网会扑向泰坦的火种，令它们在新的世界再度燃烧。
“黄金裔们，会一同编织出璀璨夺目的未来。”

在等待的间隙，她来到窗边，俯瞰着熙熙攘攘的奥赫玛城。
“衣匠，再为我沏一杯热茶吧。”
她感到些许寒冷，但她的心已不再为往事的悲伤而悸动。 无形的金线自她的指尖向外延展，城邦的脉搏与心跳，风声与雨声，都在她的指尖跃动、颤抖，就像浪漫之神诞下的灵感，孕育着新生命的搏动——
她端详已久，终是收起了少女时代裁剪的华服。
“哪怕，最后只能身着素衣……”

相传每一位“墨涅塔”的信众，往往都会耗费一生的辛劳，向神明献上自己所认为“至美”的作品。
她已很久没有编织过美丽的衣物了。

但她从未停下过织造命运的脚步。  

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.

遐蝶

角色详情
那敬爱死亡的国度，终日飘雪的哀地里亚，今日已沉入甘甜的酣眠。
冥河的女儿遐蝶，寻索“死亡”火种的黄金裔，启程吧。你要呵护世间魂灵的恸哭，拥抱命运的孤独
——生死皆为旅途，当蝴蝶停落枝头，那凋零的又将新生。  

Character Details

Aidonia, the snowy land that respects and worships death, has already sunken into sweet slumber.
O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, the Chrysos Heir in search of the Coreflame of "Death," set forth! Guard the lament of the souls in this world, and embrace the solitude of destiny.
— Life and death is a journey. When a butterfly rests on that dead branch, the withered will be reborn again.

角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
自她有记忆的那天起，哀地里亚的雪一直都在，时间仿佛冻结在这片寂静的白色土地上。

年幼的她曾问阿蒙内特，雪是什么？阿蒙内特说，雪是人世的悲欢离合。

她总是出神地看着城中的人们。
小个子勇士每日都在神殿门前练武，高塔下的中年祭司偶尔喜欢打瞌睡，苦行学者将安提灵花饼分给孩子们。
远处打雪仗的孩子们推搡着，笑声就像成熟的果子落进她的心里。
她在高塔之上努力分辨着，却看不清他们的脸庞。

圣女大人——只是当她出现在众人面前，别人总是如此称呼她，无人敢直视她的眼睛。
她鼓起勇气靠近，他们却后退一步，把眼睛垂得更低。她仍旧看不清任何人的模样。

直到他们站在死亡面前——小个子勇士在战场上受了重伤，中年祭司为经年累月的疾患所困，苦行学者在救治伤患时被感染——这是她距离他们最近的时刻。
生命不再痛苦挣扎，而是在她的指尖化作风中的花瓣。
当终于有机会端详他们的脸庞，但她却转过头去，不忍再看。

“有些手是为种植而生，有些是为统治而生…你只不过是履行告别的天职而已。”
阿蒙内特的话在她耳旁想起，她曾疑惑自己的双手，究竟可以留下什么。
回过神来时，她看着手中未完成的冰雕——年轻的战士挥舞武器，母亲拥抱即将奔赴战场的孩子，眷侣依依不舍地捧起对方的脸庞……
这些人都不在了。
但这样的事还会发生，一次又一次，在风雪之中，在风雪之外。

她终于明白，哀地里亚的雪也会融化，就像万物都要走向“死亡”的怀抱。

“爱笑的尼古拉奥斯，慈祥的赫莲纳
还有如风一般寡言的克力同……
夜晚，我捧起那些
失落的名字，静默的记忆
将白日的哀伤化作
沉浸在雪水中的滚烫
……”

——少女写下的，名为“哀地里亚”的诗  

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

From the day she gained memory, Aidonia's snow had always been there. It was as if time had been frozen in this forlorn white ground. When she was a child, she once asked Amunet what is snow.
Amunet said snow is the joy of reunion and sorrow of parting.

She was always in a trance as she stared at the people in the city.
The short knight came for training in front of the temple doors every day. The middle-aged priest occasionally dozed off under her high tower. The ascetic scholars distributed Antila flower biscuits to the children.
The children pushed and shoved as they engaged in a snowball fight in the distance, their laughter falling to her heart like ripe fruits.
From the tower, she tried but failed to differentiate their faces.

Holy Maiden — They only called her that when she appeared before the people, and nobody dared to look her in the eye.
She mustered the courage to move closer, but they stepped back, lowering their eyes even more. She still couldn't see any of their faces.

Until they were standing at death's door — the short knight suffered grievous wounds in battle, the middle-aged priest suffered from years of illness, and the ascetic scholar was infected by the patients they treated. At that moment, she was the closest to them.
Life was no longer an agonizing struggle, but turning at her fingertips into flower petals in the wind.
When she finally had the chance to look at their faces, she turned away instead, for she could not bear to look.

"Some hands were born to sow plants, some were born to govern... Yours carrying out the fated duty of parting."
Amunet's words echoed in her ears. She once wondered what her hands could possibly leave behind.
When she came to her senses, she was looking at an incomplete ice sculpture in her hands — Young warriors wielding their weapons, mothers embracing their children who were going to war, couples that cradled each other's faces with longing...
Those people are no longer around. But this sort of thing will still happen again and again in the land covered by the snowstorm... and lands beyond the snowstorm.

She finally understood that even the snow in Aidonia will melt, just as everything must walk into Death's embrace.

"Nikolaos who loved to smile, the kind Ilana
And Crito, who was as silent as the wind...
At night, I held up those Forgotten names and forlorn memories,
And turned the sorrows of the day into the boiling heat immersed in snow. ..."

— A poem titled "Aidonia" written by the girl

角色故事•二（解锁条件：角色等级40）
离开哀地里亚的那一天，她踏上觐见塞纳托斯的旅途，一场不知终点在何处的征程。

她斥退黑潮造物，挽救衰败的村庄。她不再是哀地里亚的“督战圣女”，却还是刻意与人保持距离，藏起自己的双手。但她不忍孩童闪亮的目光，第一次拿起针线，满足了孩子抚摸玩偶的最后愿望。
在那遍布死亡的战场，她为无法归乡的战士写下寄托哀思的家书，她也曾跟随骄傲的诗人学习，用诗篇为后者送别……
“死亡是无法逃避的必然”，“死亡是属于战士的荣誉”，“死亡不过是走出时间”…在那漫长的一路，她听过许多或直白或诗意的议论，然而这些答案犹如拂过水面的微风，从未抵达她的内心深处。

“后来…有人说，那黎明照拂的圣城满溢生的希望，我或许能在这里……”
少女欲言又止。
“没事没事，你现在不想说也没事，奥赫玛欢迎你！”红发女孩为她端来一杯热茶。
金发女士颇有兴趣地打量着少女的手套——
“很有设计感的饰品，也是旅途中学会的么？”
她羞涩地交叉起手指。
“嗯，我想…至少能让告别，更庄重一些。”

奥赫玛的阳光热烈而灿烂，黎明机器永不落幕的宣告许诺了无尽的明天。

从那小屋开始，她小心翼翼地开始第二次人生。
原本空旷的房间在她的装扮下一日日丰盈起来，羊毛毡玩偶，奇美拉抱枕，厚厚的诗集，它们不再是悲伤的象征，而成为赠礼、纪念与祝福——
那些曾为了逝者而存在的习惯，在奥赫玛的阳光下第一次有了生的温暖和力量。

“从这扇窗中望出去的风景
依然同来时的一样
阳光灿烂，水波温柔
我吹散双手的雪
不让它们太过寒冷、太接近于春天
……”

——少女写下的，名为“春天”的诗  

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"

角色故事•三（解锁条件：角色等级60）
她知晓自己的终点与逐火的同伴不同，却也逐渐开始拥有属于自己的一些小小的温暖瞬间。

在金丝温柔的牵引下，她第一次笨拙地与人共舞。在那生机勃勃的花园，她与风堇一同制作如生般鲜活的干花。还有在树庭毕业的那日，阳光洒落她的长裙，有如蝶翅的碎影……

那些对他人而言或许无足轻重的瞬间，早已成为她度过寒凉岁月的薪柴。
她是如此地渴望温暖，却也恰恰因此克制着更多的期待，也许是因为那不断失却的逐火之旅，也许是因为不想再经历残酷的伤悲…就像那个纠缠她已久的噩梦，一遍遍重复的那样——

刻法勒手中夕阳沉落，血色的迟暮笼罩黎明的圣城。
黑潮涌至，死寂的浴池中，黄金的织者第一次与她拥抱，花海中只余织者疲惫的叹息。
“我的‘爱’，不会因死亡而逝去。”
“小蝶，明天见~”褴褛不堪的信使化作玩偶，倒在她的怀中奄奄一息。
她试图抓住那些飞散的花瓣，而那捷足的盗贼握住她的手，为她捎来最后的酬劳。
“就当帮我一次，骗骗死亡那又如何？”
天空的祭司低垂眼眸，靠在她的肩头消散。浴血的王储闭上双眼，等待她的处刑。战士流下血泪，铠甲破碎。树庭的哲人微笑，邀请她作最后的见证。
梦的末尾，她看见那天外来客跪倒在星空之下，她最恐惧的猜想就此印证……

“蝶宝，再多休息一会吧。”
在昏光庭院的催眠治疗室，医师的眼中满是担忧。
她擦去额头的汗水，仿佛下定某种决心。
“不，我会尽我所能，绝不让噩梦成真……”

“逐火的英雄们本行于不同的路
我们因微茫的光互相吸引
就如忍受灼烧之痛的飞蛾
并非因为看见希望才向前飞去
而是因为向前飞去而看见希望
……”

——少女写下的，名为“逐火”的诗  

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

She knew her destination was not the same as her Flame-Chase companions, but she gradually began to find her own fleeting moments of warmth.
As the golden thread gently guided her, she clumsily danced with others for the first time. In that garden teeming with life, she made fresh dried flowers together with Hyacine. And on the day she graduated from the Grove, sunlight draped over her dress, casting scattered shadows that resembled butterfly wings...

Those moments that may seem insignificant to others were already firewood for her to live through her lonely and cold years.
She craved warmth so much, but also contained her anticipation. Perhaps it was because the Flame-Chase Journey is filled with continuous loss, or perhaps because she didn't want to experience cruel misery... Just like that nightmare that had clung to her for the longest time, repeating itself again and again—

The sun set in Kephale's palm, the blood-colored dusk engulfed the dawn of the holy city.
The black tide surged, and in the dead silent bath, the Weaver of Gold embraced her for the first time. Only the weaver's tired sigh remained in the sea of flowers.
"My 'love' will not vanish because of death."
"See you tomorrow, Cas~" The shabby messenger turned into a plush toy and collapsed in her arms, barely breathing.
She tried to grasp those scattering petals, but that agile thief caught her hand, giving her the last reward.
"Do me a favor, just this once. So what if we cheat death?"
The sky priest lowered her eyes and disappeared as she leaned on the girl's shoulder. The blood-soaked crown prince closed his eyes and awaited her execution. The warrior wept tears of blood, his armor broken. The sage from the Grove smiled and invited her to be the final witness.
At the end of the dream, she saw an interstellar visitor kneel and fall over under the starry sky, proving her most terrifying assumption...

"Cassie, get a bit more rest."
In the Twilight Courtyard's hypnosis treatment room, the doctor's eyes were filled with concern.
She wiped off the sweat on her forehead as if she had made a determined decision.
"No. I'll do everything I can, so that nightmare won't ever come true..."

"The Flame-Chasing heroes initially walked different paths
We were attracted to each other because of our weak lights.
Like moths that endured searing pain
We do not fly forth because we see hope
But because we only see hope when we flew
..."

— A poem titled "Flame-Chase" written by the girl

角色故事•四（解锁条件：角色等级80）
“也许…这就是在奥赫玛度过的最后一天了……”

在苦旅的尽头，她终于寻到冥界的线索，前往那或许有来无回的地方之前，她还想再好好看一眼世界。

那是黄金裔的浴池。
她记得阿格莱雅曾在氤氲的水汽中，将精心修补的手套送给她。
“蝶，和第一次见面相比，你变了许多呢。”
她惊喜地触摸着手套上美丽的花纹，那平日淡漠的领袖微笑着向她眨了眨眼。
“即使是如今的我，也能看到你那被寒冷包裹着的、炽热的心……”

那是屋后静谧的花园，它已被塑造成了她梦中的模样。
在那时空错乱的梦中，她常常遇到另一个自己，她们一同在花园中耕作，培育，直到荒芜的土地变为盛大的花海。
“但愿在未来，我也能如此播种希望……”

那是她为曾在指尖逝去的生命立下的纪念碑。
从哀地里亚的逝者，到逐火之旅的黄金裔…千年以来，她尝试记住每一个人的名字和过去。
“有人记着，就不算真正的逝去。”

那是她初见开拓者的地方。
相遇是一件多么神奇的事，她想，往日见惯的街道，因为人而有了特别的意义。
“阁下，我一定会用我的双手，为你带来……”

门扉时将近，约定启程的时刻也将到来。
在那热烈的阳光下，她许下最初的、也是最后的心愿：以那寒冷而漫长的一生作为开端，她将与她/他一同写下——

一首以真正的拥抱作为句点的、名为“遐蝶”的诗篇。  

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

"Maybe... this will be my last day in Okhema."
At the end of a bitter journey, she finally found the clues about the nether realm. Before she headed to the place of no return, she wanted to look carefully at the world again.

That was the Chrysos Heir's bath.
She remembered how Aglaea once, in the thick steam, gave her a pair of gloves that she had carefully fixed.
"Cas, you've changed quite a lot, compared to the first time we met."
She touched the beautiful patterns on the gloves in surprise, and the usually indifferent leader smiled as she winked at her.
"Even the present me can see your scorching heart beneath the frigid cold..."

That was the serene garden behind the house, shaped like how it looked in her dreams.
In that chaotic dream, she often met her other self. They tilled and nurtured the garden together, until the barren soil transformed into a lush ocean of flowers.
"I wish that I can still sow seeds of hope like this in the future."
That was the monument she erected for the lives once lost at her fingertips.
From the deceased in Aidonia, to the Chrysos Heirs in the Flame-Chase Journey... Over a thousand years, she tried to remember everyone's name and past.
"If someone still remembers, they are not truly dead."

That was where she first met Trailblazer.
Encounters are such miraculous things, she thought. The streets that she was so familiar with in the past had gained a special meaning because of someone else.
"My lady, with my own hands, I will definitely bring you..."

As the Entry Hour draws near, the time for the promised departure is also nigh.
Under the blazing sunlight, she made her first and last wish: With the freezing and arduous life as a beginning, she will write with (him/her)—

A poem titled "Castorice," which ends with a true embrace.

风堇

角色详情

云间城邦随岁月离析，昏光庭院再度敞开门扉，为永夜捎来微光。 医师雅辛忒丝，守望“天空”火种的黄金裔。继承先祖的意志，缝补破裂的晨昏 ——愿虹光洒落，仇怨消融，黎明重回大地。

Character Details

As the city-state in the clouds crumbles through time, the Twilight Courtyard opens its gates once more, bringing a glimmer of light to Evernight.
You, Physician Hyacinthia, Chrysos Heir who guards the Sky Coreflame, must inherit your ancestors' will and mend the torn fabric of dusk and dawn.
May the rainbow light pour down, dissolve all grudges, and bring the dawn back to this land.

角色故事·其一

（解锁条件：角色等级20）

“可以把翅膀慢慢打开，对…就像我们上次做的那样，配合医生一起深呼吸哦！”

“放松一点，没问题的…嗯，翼展变宽啦，你在很努力地吃饭，对不对？”

毛茸茸的脑袋被烛光衬得暖烘烘的，女孩抱起小马，轻轻地放在体重秤上。

“放心吧，很快你就能和其他翼兽长得一样又高又壮的，嗯？”

戴上听诊器，女孩开始各项检查，她触碰到小马肋下新的“伤口”。

“你受伤了？”

她摩挲着小马的翅膀，小心翼翼地将棉花塞进松落的裂口，又取出针线。

“会有一点疼，但别担心，我扎针很稳……

“你又拼命训练了吗？是因为有很多人和你说，你的母亲，祖母，还有好多厉害的先辈，一个腾飞就能飞到天上，一个冲撞便能撞碎岩石？

“大家期待你会成为如雷霆一样的英雄，可不管训练多久，你好像都只能让他们失望……

“就好像…你和他们完全不一样……”

小马一动不动，黑溜溜的眼珠看着窗外。

划破天幕的雷鸣仍在远空回荡，那是天空城邦的英雄与他们的翼兽掀起的风暴。

“偷偷告诉你一个秘密…我和你一样……”

在那孤独昏暗的病房，养病已久的女孩抱着玩偶，拿着针线，第一百次演练父亲教习的医术——

“但也许…不一样的光芒，也有它存在的意义……”

Character Story: Part I

• Unlocked at Character Level 20

"Slowly spread your wings... yes, just like we did last time. Breathe deeply together with the doctor, okay?"
"Relax a little. It's all fine... hmm, your wingspan has grown! You've been eating well, haven't you?"
The candlelight cast a warm glow on the fluffy little head as the girl picked up the pony and gently placed it on the scale.

"Don't worry. Soon you'll be just as tall and strong as the other winged beasts, okay?"
Putting on the stethoscope, the girl began her examination. As she touched the pony's side, she felt a new "wound" beneath its ribs.
"You're hurt?"

She gently stroked the pony's wings, carefully stuffing cotton into the loosened crack before taking out a needle and thread.
"It'll hurt a little, but don't worry, my stitches are steady..."
"You've been training too hard again, haven't you? Because so many people keep telling you about your mother, your grandmother, and all the great ancestors? How they could soar into the sky with a single leap, and how they could shatter rock with a single charge?"
"Everyone expects you to become a hero like thunder itself, but no matter how much you train, it feels like you only let them down..."
"Like you're completely different from them..."

The pony remained still, its dark, glossy eyes gazing out the window.
The thunder that tore through the sky still echoed in the distance, a storm stirred by the heroes of the sky city and their winged beasts.
"Let me tell you a secret... I'm just like you..."

In that lonely, dimly lit ward, the girl, bedridden for so long, clutched her doll and needle, practising for the hundredth time the medical techniques her father had taught her.

"But maybe... a different kind of light has its own meaning too..."

角色故事·其二

（解锁条件：角色等级40）

同其他医者一样，女孩许下治愈所有人的愿望。

她想抚慰世界倾覆下凡人的惨痛，可当黑潮将城邦吞没，瘟疫包围重伤的人群，她只能驱散疫病，而无法停止绝望的蔓延。

“或许，一名好的医师，需要的远不止灵验的药草……”

“乳色的窗帘要能透光，床要软硬适中，床头摆好新鲜的花束…这样在房间里也能看到和外面一样的‘色彩’……”

她想为末世中的人们带来希望，一缕从未来照入的光。

于是伴着安神的香薰，一位弥留之际的少女在温暖舒适的房间中喃喃自语，尘封许久的记忆慢慢复苏。

“爸爸送我八音盒的那天，外面也下着淅淅沥沥的小雨。我听着叮叮当当的旋律，在滴滴答答的雨声中度过了最美好的生日……

“我还记得，白玫瑰开满了街道，刮风的时候，就像在下一场香气扑鼻的大雪……

“还有那片天空，越来越深的蓝色中落着一点橙红…”她回忆着，“然后那些透明的泡泡环绕着我，就像……

就像现在一样……”

滴答，滴答——

时针在回忆中走动，叙说的声音逐渐低弱。

那流动不息的雨声中，只余一声满足的叹息。

“嘟嘟……”小伊卡低垂着头，懊丧地趴在小马玩偶旁。

“小伊卡，听到了嘛…她看到了我们创造的天空呢……”

房间的天花板上，夕阳落入海中。

她握着少女逐渐冰冷的手，晶莹的眼泪滑过脸庞。

“以后，我们一定能把它变得更宽广，更温暖……”

“嘟！”

Character Story: Part II

• Unlocked at Character Level 40

Like all healers, the girl made a vow to cure everyone.
She wished to soothe the suffering of mortals as the world collapsed, but when the black tide swallowed city-states and plague surrounded the wounded, she could only drive away disease — she could not stop despair from spreading.
"Perhaps, to be a good physician, one needs far more than just effective medicine..."

"Milky-white curtains should let in the light, the bed should be firm yet soft, and fresh flowers should be placed by the bedside... that way, even inside the room, they can see the same 'colors' as outside..."
She wanted to bring hope to those in the final days, a ray of light shining in from the future.

Accompanied by the soothing scent of incense, a girl on the verge of passing murmured in the warmth and comfort of the room, as long-sealed memories slowly resurfaced.
"The day my father gave me a music box, it was also drizzling outside. I listened to the chimes of its melody, spending the most wonderful birthday amidst the pitter-patter of the rain...
"I still remember how white roses bloomed all along the streets, and when the wind blew, it was like a snowfall filled with fragrance...
"And that sky, a deepening blue with a touch of orange-red falling within it," she reminisced, "and then those transparent bubbles surrounded me, just like...
just like they are now..."

Tick-tock, tick-tock...
The clock hands moved through memories as the voice telling them grew weaker.
In the ever-flowing sound of rain, only a single sigh of content remained.

"Du du..."Little Ica lowered its head, dejectedly curling up beside the plush pony.
"Little Ica, did you hear that... She saw the sky we created..."
On the ceiling of the room, the setting sun sank into the sea.

She held the girl's gradually cooling hand, crystal-clear tears slipping down her face.
"One day, we'll make it even wider, even warmer..."
"Du!"

角色故事·其三

（解锁条件：角色等级60）

奥赫玛，英雄汇聚之地，末世最后的希望所在。

“逐火之旅”，“火种”，“泰坦”…即便已熟悉那些酷烈灼热的名词，当别人称她为英雄时，她仍是挥挥手。

“我只是一名医师而已。”

她对每个来到庭院的人都那么说。

悲伤的少女来询问那被死亡之泰坦波及的“顽疾”。

“蝶宝，那才不是病呢！你还有很多事可以尝试！”

她常常和少女一同观鸟观星，制作标本和奇美拉玩偶。看到少女脸上的笑容，她也会感到温暖。

她知晓冷冽的织者和高傲的学者之间的不和。

在那崭新的调解室，她为织者准备了最爱的燕麦粥，学者批改论文时必备的气泡山葵醋，并请来资历最老的半神——

“如果他们不来，我就…派小伊卡天天在他们耳边嘟嘟嘟！”

她在昏光庭院播下石榴的种子，种下一方麦草，开辟一片花海，让每一位从远方来到奥赫玛的异乡人，都能在此放下心结，畅所欲言。

“希望点滴的善意，能消融族群之间长久的心病。”

她总放心不下那不断磨损的半神。

“小风堇…踏上逐火之旅的第一天，*我们*就已经想到这一天啦……”

她们总是如此说。

“即便能为你们减少一丝痛苦也好…我再去树庭的图书馆查查资料吧……”

她也总是如此做。

……

天空的后裔，悬锋的族人，奥赫玛的原贵族，哀地里亚的圣女，哀丽秘榭的战士，雅努萨波利斯的圣女…小小的庭院中，各色融汇成一道虹光。

但闲暇的片刻，她也会想到旅途的尽头。

“到那时候，我…还能做些什么呢？”

Character Story: Part III

• Unlocked at Character Level 60

Okhema, the gathering place of heroes, the last hope in the end times.
"The Flame-Chase Journey," "The Coreflame," "The Titans"... Even though she had long grown familiar with these fierce and burning names, when others called her a hero, she would simply wave it off.
"I'm just a physician."
That was what she told everyone who came to the courtyard.

The sorrowful girl came seeking answers about the "incurable ailment" inflicted by the Death Titan.
"Cassie, that's not an illness at all! There's still so much for you to experience!"
She often accompanied the girl in birdwatching and stargazing, crafting specimens and chimera plush toys. Seeing the smile on the girl's face, she, too, felt warmth.

She was well aware of the discord between the cold weaver and the proud scholar.
In the newly established mediation room, she prepared the weaver's favorite oatmeal, the scholar's essential fizzy horseradish vinegar for grading papers, and invited the eldest demigod.
"If they refuse to come, then... I'll have Little Ica du-du-du in their ears every single day!"

She sowed pomegranate seeds in the Twilight Courtyard, planted a field of wheatgrass, and cultivated a sea of flowers, creating a place where every traveler arriving in Okhema could set down their burdens and speak freely.
"I hope that small acts of kindness can melt away the long-standing wounds between our peoples."

She could never stop worrying about that ever-corroding demigod.
"Cinny... From the very first day we set out on the Flame-Chase Journey, we already knew this day would come..."
That was what they always said.
"Even if I can ease just a fraction of your pain... I'll go check the library in the Grove again..."
And that was what she always did.
...

The Heirs of the Sky, the Kremnoans, the original aristocrats of Okhema, the Holy Maiden of Aidonia, the warrior of Aedes Elysiae, the Holy Maiden of Janusopolis... In the small courtyard, all their colors merged into a radiant rainbow.
Yet in rare moments of leisure, she would also ponder the journey's end.
"When that time comes... what else will I be able to do?"

角色故事·其四

（解锁条件：角色等级80）

“‘光历████年，机缘月’风堇医师

展信佳。虽然当年姐姐没能挺过来，但姐姐最后在庭院度过的时光…她临走前的微笑一直温暖着我的梦境。我想跟您说，今天我也正式成了一名医师，我想像您一样，去帮助那些在末世中煎熬的人们，希望在这长夜中，我也能成为一盏小小的灯……”

“‘光历████年，门关月’堇宝

…真的很感谢你这段时间的陪伴。当我蜷缩在昏光庭院治疗室的时候，你允许我的悲伤像积雨一样堆积又蒸发，当我说自己‘天气不好’时，你又完整地包容了我…或许，我也应该更勇敢一点……”

“‘光历████年，自由月’风堇女士

小家伙们都恢复得很好，特别是那位上次吵着要喝石榴汁的奥赫玛小战士。城邦间的宿仇很难很快消除，但我现在相信，不同的色彩也能共存。”

“‘光历████年，长夜月’风堇助教

感谢你执着的提醒，我会考虑和她缓和关系。当然，完全是看在你的面子上……”

“‘光历████年，哀悼月’风堇小姐

不必费心为我寄来新的药剂了，我自知人性的流失已无法挽回。你也不必担心，我们与树庭的关系并非降至冰点……”

“‘光历████年，欢喜月’风堇女士

我从来没有想过，家乡的麦种能有一天重新发芽。躺在昏光庭院的花园，又像是回到了哀丽秘榭一样。每次心情低落的时候，闻闻这里的麦香，我就又有干劲了！”

“‘光历████年，长昼月’小风堇

人们总称赞以前包容烈阳与惊雷的天空，*我们*却觉得你比那样的天空更温柔。无论*我们*明天将去向何处，*我们*一定会永远、永远记得你！”

从满溢的箱中露出的几封信件，被珍藏在诊疗记录册旁。

在旅程之初，女孩微弱的光似乎旋即会被黑暗吞没，然而在启程成为明日的天空前——

在她走过的地方，晴空早已不知不觉绽开了第一缕笑颜。

Character Story: Part IV

• Unlocked at Character Level 80

"'Light Calendar ████, Month of Fortune' To Physician Hyacine
I hope this letter finds you well. Although my sister couldn't make it back then, the last days she spent in the courtyard... and the smile she gave before she left... have always warmed my dreams. I wanted to tell you that today, I have officially become a physician. I want to be like you, to help those who suffer in the final days. I hope that in this long night, I too can become a small, guiding light..."

"'Light Calendar ████, Month of Gate' To Little Cinny
...I'm truly grateful for your companionship during this time. When I was curled up in the Twilight Courtyard's infirmary, you allowed my sorrow to pile up like storm clouds and then evaporate. When I said my 'weather was bad,' you embraced me completely... Perhaps, I should try to be a little braver too..."

"'Light Calendar ████, Month of Freedom' To Lady Hyacine
The little ones have all recovered well, especially that young Okheman warrior who was fussing about wanting pomegranate juice last time. The feuds between city-states are not easy to dissolve quickly, but now I believe that different colors can coexist."

"'Light Calendar ████, Month of Evernight' To Assistant Instructor Hyacine
Thank you for your persistent reminders. I will consider mending my relationship with her. Of course, this is only for your sake..."

"'Light Calendar ████, Month of Mourning' To Miss Hyacine
There is no need to trouble yourself by sending me new medicine. I am well aware that the loss of my humanity is beyond recovery. And you need not worry, our relationship with the Grove has not reached a breaking point..."

"'Light Calendar ████, Month of Joy' To Lady Hyacine
I never thought that the wheat seeds from my homeland would sprout again one day. Lying in the garden of the Twilight Courtyard, it almost feels like being back in Aedes Elysiae. Whenever I feel down, the scent of wheat here gives me the strength to keep going!"

"'Light Calendar ████, Month of Everday' To Cinny
People always praise the sky of the past for embracing both blazing suns and roaring thunder, but we think you are even gentler than that sky. No matter where we go tomorrow, we will always, always remember you!"

A few letters spilling out from an overflowing box were carefully preserved beside the medical records.
At the beginning of her journey, the girl's faint light seemed as though it would be swallowed by the darkness at any moment. Yet, before she set forth to become the sky of tomorrow...

In the places she passed through, the clear sky had already unknowingly unfolded its first gentle smile.