Dawn's first light whispers. In the stillness of the flower grove, a shifting form dances, startling birds into flight one after another.
Silently reciting sword techniques, she moves with the flow, her once-clumsy moves now gaining finesse. Where the sword's cuts rend the air, petals fall like rain, swirling chaotically as they fall. Unbeknownst to her, the cool mist has dampened her hair.
"Nice swordplay!"
Startled, she instinctively turns her sword—
Behind her, a young woman/man with gray hair lowers the camera in hand.
"Beautiful memories won't just fade away with the wind."
Silently reciting sword techniques, she moves with the flow, her once-clumsy moves now gaining finesse. Where the sword's cuts rend the air, petals fall like rain, swirling chaotically as they fall. Unbeknownst to her, the cool mist has dampened her hair.
"Nice swordplay!"
Startled, she instinctively turns her sword—
Behind her, a young woman/man with gray hair lowers the camera in hand.
"Beautiful memories won't just fade away with the wind."
Poised to Bloom
Harmony
Lv.1/20
HP
ATK
DEF
Add to PlannerLose Not, Forget Not
Increases the wearer's ATK by 16% . Upon entering battle, if two or more characters follow the same Path, then these characters' CRIT DMG increases by 16% . Abilities of the same type cannot stack.
Dawn's first light whispers. In the stillness of the flower grove, a shifting form dances, startling birds into flight one after another.
Silently reciting sword techniques, she moves with the flow, her once-clumsy moves now gaining finesse. Where the sword's cuts rend the air, petals fall like rain, swirling chaotically as they fall. Unbeknownst to her, the cool mist has dampened her hair.
"Nice swordplay!"
Startled, she instinctively turns her sword—
Behind her, a young woman/man with gray hair lowers the camera in hand.
"Beautiful memories won't just fade away with the wind."
Silently reciting sword techniques, she moves with the flow, her once-clumsy moves now gaining finesse. Where the sword's cuts rend the air, petals fall like rain, swirling chaotically as they fall. Unbeknownst to her, the cool mist has dampened her hair.
"Nice swordplay!"
Startled, she instinctively turns her sword—
Behind her, a young woman/man with gray hair lowers the camera in hand.
"Beautiful memories won't just fade away with the wind."
