"What did Introduction to Detective Deduction say again? Unless absolutely necessary..."
Fangs woven in red and black crept inch by inch up his shoulder.
Where the night drowns deepest, clouds of doubt emerge. In the shadowed forest, vicious beasts lurk.
"This game of cat and mouse... it's time to end it."
The crimson fades. Moonlight still gleams silver across the sky, and the stars rest in peaceful slumber.
This is yet another one of his searches for the truth, but the shadows of the past tap his shoulder, then dissipate into nothing.
The maneuvering of this very moment continues, until—
"Until... the day retribution falls upon the wicked."
Fangs woven in red and black crept inch by inch up his shoulder.
Where the night drowns deepest, clouds of doubt emerge. In the shadowed forest, vicious beasts lurk.
"This game of cat and mouse... it's time to end it."
The crimson fades. Moonlight still gleams silver across the sky, and the stars rest in peaceful slumber.
This is yet another one of his searches for the truth, but the shadows of the past tap his shoulder, then dissipate into nothing.
The maneuvering of this very moment continues, until—
"Until... the day retribution falls upon the wicked."
The Finale of a Lie
The Hunt
Lv.1/20
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Add to PlannerSubsume
Increases the wearer's CRIT Rate by 18% . At the start of battle or for every 4 instance(s) of Follow-Up ATK the wearer uses, the wearer gains "Umbra Devourer," lasting for 3 turn(s). While the wearer holds "Umbra Devourer," increases ATK by 40% and increases the DMG taken by all enemies by 20% . Effects of the same type cannot stack.
"What did Introduction to Detective Deduction say again? Unless absolutely necessary..."
Fangs woven in red and black crept inch by inch up his shoulder.
Where the night drowns deepest, clouds of doubt emerge. In the shadowed forest, vicious beasts lurk.
"This game of cat and mouse... it's time to end it."
The crimson fades. Moonlight still gleams silver across the sky, and the stars rest in peaceful slumber.
This is yet another one of his searches for the truth, but the shadows of the past tap his shoulder, then dissipate into nothing.
The maneuvering of this very moment continues, until—
"Until... the day retribution falls upon the wicked."
Fangs woven in red and black crept inch by inch up his shoulder.
Where the night drowns deepest, clouds of doubt emerge. In the shadowed forest, vicious beasts lurk.
"This game of cat and mouse... it's time to end it."
The crimson fades. Moonlight still gleams silver across the sky, and the stars rest in peaceful slumber.
This is yet another one of his searches for the truth, but the shadows of the past tap his shoulder, then dissipate into nothing.
The maneuvering of this very moment continues, until—
"Until... the day retribution falls upon the wicked."
