Unlocked at Character Level 40
His Trailblaze often begins with exploration and understanding.
"Little Dannie, hold on tight, sit tight, here we go..."
He sought knowledge of lost history from the red-haired girl, and they invited him to a history lesson overlooking the world.
"Kremnos's tradition?"
"Yes. May we have a duel?"
He asked the golden-haired crown prince. By the side, a white-haired youth was eager to try.
"I want to join as well. Traditions like this are better experienced."
The proud lion of Kremnos kept silent, responding only with a stance.
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He ventured to the Grove, poring over every book in its collection, as the shattered world gradually took shape in his mind.
To find a way back to the stars, he delved deep into the ruins, investigating the mysteries of the world beyond the sky.
He records everything he experiences, just as he has done at every stop along the way.
But when the fate of the world rests upon a hero's shoulders, he knows that this "Trailblaze" cannot be reduced to mere cold entries.
Those were pivotal battles, each and every one.
Together with companions, they ended the history of "Strife" and witnessed the crown prince of Kremnos break from tradition.
Trailblazer joined the fray, returning the Coreflame of Time. When she/he returned from the treacherous nether realm, he still couldn't forget the joy of that day, like one who had survived a catastrophe.
Those were also countless moments of farewell.
The Holy Maiden's thousand forms withered, the sage was reduced to ashes, and the daughter of the River of Souls bid her final farewell to the mortal realm... He remembered at the time of parting, they were either sorrowful or content, but never once did they show any regret.
"If one day, we too shall come to this..."
Thinking of Trailblazer's destiny and March 7th who had yet to arrive, he too had spent sleepless nights over this.
"For a thousand years, we have all been prepared to face sacrifice, or to sacrifice ourselves for our companions..."
He had seen it more than once... The weaver gathering relics, embroidering them with a golden flower.
"Now... there are no regrets left."
Compared to the existence of the Permanence, their lives were like fleeting fyreflies.
Yet he could clearly see those twinkling lights illuminating the night sky they had traversed and would traverse together.
As Okhema falls into the blood-red twilight, the prophesied moment shall arrive.
Yet facing the inevitable strike from the black-clad swordmaster, his heart remains as calm as the vast ocean.
He believes Trailblazer will forge ahead without hesitation. By the faint glow of the Flame-Chase, he too caught a glimpse of the path he must take.