- 51 HP
MAX 126 HP
- 130 EN
MAX 180 EN
- 10 STK
Dissonance
-10 EN for Normal Attack
-20 HP for Action
Shooting star, shooting star,
With this final strike, inflict extinction upon my foe.
Amethyst, Azure, Magenta, Cobalt
Converge and Culminate
I declareth myself the Flagbearer of Miracles.
The Bringer of Ruination.
It still lived, it still breathed, but so did he. Even as his body broke under the strain of his own magic, Cain held strong, his failing body refusing to bow. Naught but hatred, naught but wrath. Blood dripped upon the flesh-stained ground, slender fingers naught but a mess. He wiped the sweat off his face, leaving red lines upon pale skin. Those imaginary veins were burning him, the arcane flow unceasing, un relenting, while the phantasmal noose did what it could to pull him back. Escape. Log out if he had to. In his dark eyes, all he could see was death, death, death. Failures upon failures, each one decreasing the chance that they had for victory.
But this wasn’t about victory. This was revenge. Always revenge.
A scarlet path to the Rose Bitch for what they did to Eldhi.
A nightmare crawl to the Falderen King for what they did to Ursa.
And now, a descent into fury and madness for what they did to Seigi.
Never without reason. Never for an intangible faction, an empty country, meaningless pride.
For an individual, he was willing to cast aside his humanity and tear out the throat of his foes with his fangs alone! He was Flagbearer! He was Slaughterer! He was Blessed! He was Cursed!
He was Cain Darlite, who could only offer condolences and vengeance.
She was Danielle Song, who could only push forward and forward while others fell behind her.
The Titan, the Lance, the Symphony, the Conductor all broke apart, unfurling for a final time as he tossed his Lute into the air, pushing all his power into it for a final blow. It expanded, blooming like a blue rose, a moonlit meteor that chased away the aberrant blackness.
A falling star, brimming with human might, human agony, human wrath.
He raised his broken hand into the air as his body withered.
A final declaration from the crimson eyed Muse.
“My wish shall surely be granted.”