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[BALLROOM] - The venue’s been rented out to some startup company for their first Soon-to-be-Annual charity ball, and your name can be on the guest list for the small price of a donation and a dance! Go on and get swept off your feet, or maybe be the one to do the sweeping!

"You girls really did inherit her beauty you know." it's a weird thing to say yes, but this is just one of the myriad many days he's seized back over the year, fighting off the gazes and attention of others as he guides him middle daughter through the motions of a familiar dance of their home.

"Shame really, should've gotten Teriteri to let me take the wardrobe from the house before we left... Oh well, the dresses will have to wait for another day." It's cryptic words, but that has always been his way as he trails softly throughout the hall with his daughter in his arms. Siegfried suspects this will be the first of many dances like this in the future, and yet he can't help but cherish it anyways.

Cecilia had wanted her to grow up happy, and even now Siegfried continues to ensure that that wish will be fulfilled in anyway he can. "Ich Liebe dich Bianka." A simple phrase, yet the love of two parents are manifested with it, letting the music take them into their own beautiful symphony.

❪ ⋅ ⋆ — REVELATION 2025 ❫

The smile on Bianka’s lips softens near immediately upon hearing her father’s words, gentle warmth flickering in her eyes as she easily follows his lead to the middle of the ballroom.

Siegfried always did say these sort of things so casually, with nothing but pure affection for his family in his eyes. That they all look just as beautiful as their mother, that they have the strength to make even the skies above proud, that their smiles could light up the whole house.

He says it as if he wasn’t the one who first taught them how to stand tall in the first place. As if he didn’t trek through the tundra with Kiana, as if there’s no records of his bravery and kindness when he first faced Sirin.

A quiet laugh escapes her as she spins lightly under his guidance. The rhythm of the dance feels like second nature to them both now, having danced so many times before in the large spaces of their home, be it with music or without. Sometimes, Siegfried would tease her that it’s in preparation for something, that silly playful smile on his lips, and it’s all that Bianka can do to roll her eyes and smack his shoulder in turn, hoping that the tips of her ears aren’t so red.

Now here he is again, with his stupid cryptic words, with that stupid smirk on his lips. And again, Bianka can only huff playfully and roll her eyes in exchange.

“It’s too bad that your daughters seems to have inherited your tendency to smooth talk more than other, better qualities, hm?” She replies at last, her laughter quiet and sincere.

The tune filling the ballroom shifts into something more gentle and slow. Normally she would’ve let her father lead her away now, perhaps to the table with all the food and sweets, let the others take reign on the center stage as it seems like they’ve already caught the attention of many. But tonight, just for tonight, she doesn’t pull away.

Instead, Bianka tightens her arms around her father, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit jacket. The music swells, soft and sweet, and for once, she lets herself linger, taking in his warmth, eyes fluttering shut.

“Ich liebe dich auch, Papa,” She takes a deep breath in and sighs, cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Mama would have loved to see you in your suit, I’m sure.”

The words hang between them, gentle but weighty—a fleeting thought given voice. Bianka doesn’t elaborate. Doesn’t need to.

For a heartbeat, the ballroom fades, and together, they imagine it instead… A world where Cecilia stands at the edge of the dance floor, watching them with that quiet, radiant pride of hers.

Bianka imagines how her mother would have fussed over her hair before the ball, clumsy fingers tying it into a braid. She imagines her mother teasing her father about his suit, smoothing away the stubborn wrinkles from his lapels with a playful scoff, eyes rolling. She imagines how she might sound as she gently scolds him with, “Honestly, Sieg, must you always look like you’ve just stumbled out of a fight?” How she’d pout, maybe, finger pointing accusingly at the tip of Siegfried’s nose.

She imagines her mother there. Standing at the side, hands clasped in front of her, smiling as Bianka spins in her dress—no, in whatever she chose, be it a dress or a suit, because Cecilia would have insisted it was her daughter’s night, her choice. “Wear what makes you feel like yourself, Liebling.”

The unvoiced image of her mother lingers. Sweet. Aching. Before the present settles back around them—the music, the warmth of Siegfried’s hand in hers, the quiet understanding that some loves never fade, even when they live only in memory.

Bianka exhales, soft and steady, and leans into her father’s shoulder again. The dance continues.

And that, for now, is enough.

#GHRevelation2025 #ichordreamed #well this got long

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[WATERFALL]

“Hi, Bianka.” Su’s voice comes and goes, as he does, no longer tethered by things that would hold back the living. But an anchor on the planet he was currently focused on was difficult to ignore, and so he finds a moment when she is relatively secluded- at the top of a waterfall, to make his presence known.

“If you’re going to jump, you should be careful.” Yes, the pool had been cleared so that it wasn’t dangerous, but that did not include any of the later human-made changes by reckless vacationers. Though… she will make it down fine, if she chooses to jump in the end.

“Is this the sort of activity people enjoy?” He asks instead of elaborating.

❪ ⋅ ⋆ — REVELATION 2025 ❫

Bianka’s grin only widens the moment she hears Su’s warning. As though she’d taken it as a challenge instead. And, well, that may very well be the case, her voice cutting through the rush of the waterfall effortlessly—bold, unshaken.

“Don’t you want to find out on your own?”

There it is. That ever-confident smile of hers, hand held out towards him. It’s a gesture she knows is futile in the physical sense, but that’s never stopped her before. If he won’t—can’t—take it, then she’ll pull him along in spirit anyway. What she’s ultimately asking for is not for him to hold her, but for him to join her. To move as though they were one. For him to follow her steps, like she had with him in that Imaginary Space. Live as her, as she had lived as him.

“On three!” Comes her loud declaration before he could voice any protest, boots scraping against the rocks as she moves to the very edge, toes hanging over the drop. The water below churns, but she doesn’t waver. She’ll never waver.

“Let’s see if you’ll enjoy it too, Pioneer.”

And she jumps.

Oh. She’d completely forgotten about the countdown.

But it’s already too late for that—arms spread wide open as the world below her rushes up to meet her. The fall may be fleeting but it’s electric. Exhilarating. Laughter bubbles from within her as soon as she resurfaces, shaking water from her eyes as she looks around her in search of the other.

“See?” She calls out, breathless, utterly delighted, “that’s why people enjoy it.

#GHRevelation2025 #arboriter

[SPARKLING WATER] - Only the best of the best for our most esteemed guests! Imported all the way from who-knows-where and rumored to taste better than heaven itself. If you don’t mind the carbonation, anyway.

It was as though the bubbles themselves had frozen in time in his hand, taking glass to palm and making his way across the ballroom floor, these pockets of space trapped in amber as everything else moved forward around them. The beverages themselves would melt, of course, if given enough time away from him, and that was something that he found he was growing used to more and more as he attempted to integrate himself into this new world that had emerged after Finality.

He didn't mask his steps, but neither did he necessarily announce himself to her, except to trust that she would know it was him.

She had known before, and there was no reason to expect that this would be any different.

After a beat, "Durandal."

Extending the glass to her was not enough for what she had given him, and would not ever be – Kevin knew that, but there was nothing else of himself that he had to give to her, except for the grace of his attention, the precious quiet moment that she had allowed him to indulge in once before, a respite from the immense weight of millennia on his shoulders, the relief of something so simple as a laugh that he had not done before in this life, nor since.

"...I hope you are enjoying the resort."

❪ ⋅ ⋆ — REVELATION 2025 ❫

Though she had long noticed his presence, Durandal’s eyes remained fixed on the ballroom’s center, watching as the guests danced in easy harmony, laughter and conversations mixing into the music, making the room all the more lively. She had wondered, briefly, if Kevin would be content at the thought of just standing there, letting the quiet settle between them, watching and waiting, as they once had before.

But then there was the glass, his voice accompanying it.

“Kevin.”

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she noted the frozen liquid inside; the chill of the frozen bubbles biting gently into her palm, as soon as she had gratefully accepted the offered drink. She would have to wait until there was more water than frost before she could take a sip from it, but she held it up in a quiet toast anyway, shifting just a little bit to her left, offering him a place at her side in exchange.

And for a moment, she let the rest of his greeting hang unanswered, leaving him to join her in watching instead—at the couple spinning recklessly across the floor. At how a woman’s champagne flute nearly topples over from her grip as she laughed and laughed, wholly oblivious at the pained look her friend makes when her hand comes to smack his shoulder, though it would seem he was already used to it… At the dessert table, two women leaned close, their shoulders shaking with shared laughter, frostings on each other’s nose.

“What are your thoughts about it?” She asked at last, a small, contented smile on her lips as she turned to look at him. “Would you say it was all worthwhile, Kevin?”

#GHRevelation2025 #jxrmngxndr

While she may not be attending this elusive lore thing, Durandal's certainly found herself wandering around Empyrea! Don't forget to say hi if you spot her around! Who knows, she might even invite herself to be your companion for the day!

Asks and threads are welcome for the rest of the month, so feel free to poke me or drop by my inbox if you are interested!

And of course, as her fit, how can she ever not wear what she wore when she visited London? (Stan not included, sadly.)

#ghrevelation2025 #out of character.

enduringoath

── .✦ LANDAU FAMILY.

NEW INTERACTION ✮⋆˙ welcome to the family, we all hate each other.

enduringoath

Gepard idled outside a familiar shop in the city, chest tight and muscles wound with expectation. Inside, or somewhere nearby, his sister was likely tinkering with some contraption, completely carefree. Normally, stepping through the threshold of those worn doors would elicit nothing but an eye-roll at the chaos. He would bite his tongue and withhold any remarks, knowing she had already heard them a thousand times. Instead, he would jump straight into whatever she needed him for, or whatever he needed from her.

There wasn’t much time for idle chatter between them anymore. Life had pulled them in separate directions, and they were always too busy with their own versions of adulthood. Growing older had done that, he supposed. Still, he felt confident they would always be there for each other. So confident, in fact, that he found himself hesitating outside her workshop door, even though he knew he should simply step inside. He could spill his worries to Serval, and she would surely have some interesting reply that would put him at ease.

So why was it that, with her just within arm’s reach, he could not bring himself to close the distance? Gepard no longer had time for this hesitation. He turned and backed away from the familiar building, assuring himself there would be time later.

But not paying attention in the bustling streets of Belobog was never a good idea, and Gepard was reminded of that firsthand. He backed into a passerby, the sudden collision a blur of blonde hair and shared surprise. Reaching out instinctively to steady them both, he quickly realized who he thought he had run into.

“Ah, Serval… Sorry, I was just going to see you—”

His words stalled as his eyes focused on her face. This was not his sister.

“Excuse me… I seem to have mistaken you for someone else.” He released his grip quickly now that they were both standing upright again. “I know this isn’t the best first impression, but my name is Gepard. Please forgive the mistake.”

His luck, or lack of it, was holding firm, it seemed.

@creationkissed

creationkissed

Bianka was slowly getting used to Belobog’s climate and eccentricities now, wandering from the Underworld to the Overworld, to the icy plains in search of any Honkai beasts that might need eliminating. The city’s stark contrasts—steel-clad grandeur above, resilient warmth below—fascinated her, though she had little time to dwell on them. Small little requests from its people seem to always come, no matter how little or trivial they may be.

Which was why her first instinct hadn’t been irritation but instead welcomed readiness, a small, apologetic smile on her lips, a huff of a laugh as she shook her head in response to his apology. The man already looked apologetic enough as it is, his eyes widening just slightly as he mistook her for someone else. There was no need to make things all the more troublesome by being irritable.

She listened as he introduced himself, his voice steady despite the awkwardness. Gepard.

Ah, right. That name… One of Belobog’s guards had mentioned him in passing after she’d helped dispatch a stray Fragmentum creature near the city’s outskirts. “You ought to report to Captain Gepard,” they’d said, “He’d want to thank you properly.” But formalities had never been her priority, and the thought had slipped her mind entirely.

Now, faced with the man himself—flustered, earnest, and so painfully proper—she couldn’t help but chuckle. There was something near endearing about his stiff apology that she’d almost reached a hand out to ruffle his hair, if only to see how he’d react.

“Try not to worry so much, it’s truly alright.” Hoping to ease his worries at least, she holds a hand out, “Bianka Ataegina. A pleasure to finally meet you, Captain Gepard. Your guards praise you so, you know.”

#enduringoath #thread: landau family #(( YAHOOOO ))#(( finally writing with cody ))

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arboriter

starskiffs are meant to fly

arboriter

Starskiff races are nothing abnormal at the Luofu, but a group of brash youths has been reported recently as they’ve been taking the matters a bit too far. They’ve been causing havoc and provoking dangerous situations with their starskiffs, which seem to have been illegally modified to be faster than they should be. The Realm-Keeping Commission hopes that perhaps someone may be able to uncover their operations by posing as aspiring new members and gathering intel. starter for @creationkissed

Teenagers will be teenagers, no matter the world, it seems. Not that it was much of Su’s concern now, even if it once would have been before- though the fact that their current vehicle of choice could fly perhaps would lead to even more dramatic injuries once their recklessness caught up to them.

Though, speaking of recklessness, there was someone else he noticed, just as out of place as he was- less than he was, but drawing more attention, looking blatantly at the Starskiffs left unattended at the moment, their overseers drawn into a game of cat and mouse with troublemaking youth.

He wonders if she knows how to fly them, or if that mattered little in the grander scheme of things.

She was familiar, in the way a passing face was familiar, though he knows she is one of the last true connections he has with the living world.

“Hello, Bianka. I don’t think your license from Earth would fare well over here.” No tap on the shoulder, though he certainly would have given one if he could, as he speaks as abruptly as he appears.

Then, once he’s certain he’s gotten her attention, he continues, “...I hope you’ve been well.”

creationkissed

Teenagers will be teenagers.

But even young adults like her weren’t immune to recklessness, given the right opportunity. Bianka liked to think of herself as disciplined (well, maybe not Rita-level disciplined, but that wasn’t the point). Still, sometimes—just sometimes—she likes to grant herself a little indulgence.

And right now? The modified Starskiff before her was begging for it. She’s here to fulfil a job, though. So really, she shouldn’t. She really, really shouldn’t.

…But the Starskiff had been left unattended for so long. Still running. Almost like an invitation. How easy it would be to just—

“Oh!” A voice snaps her out of her reverie and she jumps, spinning hurriedly toward the sound with wide eyes. A finger shoots up in accusation before her brain can even catch up, surprise clear in her voice. “Mister Pioneer! You’re here!” Then a brief pause, eyebrows slowly furrowing now. “… Wait… Hm? You’re… here?”

She doesn’t mean her confusion to be rude, of course. She remembers well how she first and last met the figure before her—how their interaction ended, what was waiting for him soon after her departure… It’s no wonder, then, that she should be so confused, a plethora of questions already springing up in her head. How are you here? Did you not fall in the Sea of Quanta? Did you manage to escape? If so possible, then could others have—

“Hey! What are you doing there!?”

A lanky youth in a grease-streaked jacket storms toward them, flanked by two others—all wearing the unmistakable look of delinquents who’d just spotted intruders near their prized (and very illegal) Starskiff. Offended. Ready to start a fight.

“Hurry, come with me!”

She doesn’t wait for his response—just slides into the pilot’s seat and sure, she hasn’t flown one of these before, but how different can it be from one of Shicksal’s many VTOLs? A few buttons pressed, a hand on the wheel, and the vehicle thrums under her palms.

A wrench clangs against the hull—

“THE HELL YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

—and Bianka slams the throttle, the Starskiff lurching upward like a startled bird, nearly clipping a roof as it spirals into the open air.

#arboriter #thread: starskiffs are meant to fly #commission board: abundance

muscle-blues

rumors are suddenly becoming true this is just like persona 2

commission: abundance | yelan and durandal

muscle-blues

‘Excuse me, Miss? One of our Janitors, Jann, has apparently gone missing for the last few days. Some of our scientists have been spinning…well, rumors about a Swarm potentially being here and, I suppose Jann’s disappearance isn’t exactly helping.'

‘Could you and Miss Durandal go and have a look? Just…just quell our concerns at least?’

With a rather straight to the point request, Yelan had found herself standing within the Seclusion Zone, her bow in hand and mad as one could be. Seriously, what the Hell? Did they will a rumor into existence, or something?

She turned to face Durandal, who had been assigned to help out with this commission. Yelan had given Durandal a one over, looking her up and down and wondering if the Space Station had brought along someone overqualified. She could crush me with one hand, why do they need me to help out here too?

Yelan stretched, and had begun to make her move, bow trained in case a remnant of a Swarm, whatever that had been, had jumped out at her. “Durandal,” she called out, “I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you this, but please be careful.” Yelan stalked around a corner, signaling for her partner to follow, “and what information do you have about this ‘Swarm’? If I had to guess, it had to be a bug, right?”

And if it had to be a bug, why the hell didn’t they get a proper extermination team for it? Yelan knew her way around a fight, but she was accustomed to fighting other men and women, and the occasional beast as well. Fighting bugs felt a little overkill for one, and for two, asking for a woman carrying around an impressively large lance to squash a bug or two had also been overkill. If anything, Yelan had been curious about the whereabouts of Jann.

A sudden disappearance for two days? Had no one noticed until now? Maybe Jann simply wished to slip away? There were so many reasons to justify someone’s disappearance, but if the presumed rumors had been true, and if they had been enough to cause a solid shakeup within the Space Station, then couldn’t this be evacuation worthy? Yelan wasn’t sure, nor did she really enjoy the idea of soon finding out.

And so, she stalked forward, alongside Durandal, trying to lead on quietly. If there had been bugs to exterminate, then she knew it best to get the jump on them, that way they lacked opportunity to fly away.

@creationkissed

creationkissed

Combat Doc

Accepting sudden requests for help was slowly becoming the norm for the Valkyrie ever since she’d found herself roaming around new worlds. Which meant that this one, too, had been rather easy for her to take, shoulders squared, careful eyes scanning around as she and Yelan wandered around the sterile halls of the Seclusion Zone.

Her eyebrows furrow in response to the archer’s question. As much as Durandal would love to have an answer, this would be her first time hearing about this… Swarm, whatever it is. But, “Hmm… From the name alone, it does sound like they would be some type of insect—locusts, maybe? I can only hope it’s not something too… gnarly. I’m not very good with insects…” She muses with a hum, already shuddering at thought of insects with one too many legs for comfort.

Then, as though the said ‘locusts’ could tell that they were talking about them, she hears a rapid, chitinous clicking from a side corridor.

Durandal’s head snaps toward the noise before, without so much of a warning or pause, hurling her lance like a javelin straight through the darkness.

Durandal: 10/10HP rolls 5 energy [2 Energy] Durandal: 10/10HP uses Elemental Burst: Sceptum Regalis [1 Energy] Durandal: 10/10HP uses Normal Attack: Gladius Milites on Lesser Sting: 15/15 HP [Roll: 7 = Hit! 3.5 + 4 = -7.5HP] Lesser Sting: 7.5/15 HP [1 Energy] Durandal: 10/10HP uses Normal Attack: Gladius Milites on Lesser Sting: 7.5/15 HP [Roll: 4 = Hit! 3.5 + 4 = -7.5HP] Lesser Sting: 0/15 HP Lesser Sting has been defeated and casts Special Attack: Entomon Eulogy Unit explodes, dealing flat 1 Anemo damage to all allies and permanently increasing the damage dealt to allies by 1. Gnaw Sting: 14/15 HP, Juvenile Sting: 14/15 HP. Inflicted by Anemo Durandal: 10/10HP forfeits 1 energy.

CRUNCH!

A wet, piercing impact. One of the swarm creatures—a grotesque, beetle-like construct—now pinned to the wall. Soon, two more appear before them.

“Ah! There’s our answer.” She says, her tone light. Playful, even, as she opens her palm to summon the Abyss Flower back into her hold. At least they don’t look anything like a hundred-legged insect or cockroaches. What a relief, that.

“What should we do, Yelan? Kill all of them? Leave one to follow?”

#muscle blues #thread: rumors are suddenly becoming true this is just like persona 2 #commission board: abundance #(( aura farming by making it a single attack instead thanks ))

fermatafour

.✧ ݁ ˖ ending a grand overture

Spiral Abyss Team 10 ; Floor 3

originsrebirth

durandal , unrelenting , showing the beast no mercy every time shes given the opportunity , although she wouldn't speak it right now -- Mei internally was thinking she was looking . . . pretty damn cool .

Baizhu , having provided constant healing and shielding throughout this battle -- constantly allowing his elements to help their attacks increase in power .

they're both still fighting , they're both still standing despite the beating , so why would Mei ever even think about giving up ?

even Kafka , who battled to the very end and shrugged off death the first time it claimed her -- they all battled until they couldn't , so Mei wouldn't give any less .

" On it ! "

once again , she'd be forced to run forward , the beast seemed to want to fight back this time , even though electricity flowed through his body , she fought , she battled at a disadvantage with pure adrenaline coursing through her body , keeping her going , pushing her forward -- she can't fall here , not right at the end , not a second time .

she hit the enemy , the enemy struck back , everything around her was silent -- the last thing she heard was that familiar voice shouting her name , calling out -- she cant djsappoint , not now , who knows if things will be the same ? will she come back if she falls this time ? she wasn't keen on finding out .

her allies could notice she was starting to lose speed , her dodges against the enemy becoming closer and closer , even though she was healthy -- she knew this enemy wasn't going to be merciful , not for a second .

her mask formed upon her face -- for likely the final time in this hellish arena , delivering the few blows she could before her domain of frozen time shattered abruptly , mask remaining on her face , a choice she made to hide the pain written all over her face , she has to keep a strong look on .

" The both of us are getting slower . . . just push a little further , it's almost over . . ! "

creationkissed

SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 34.5/250HP uses Moonlit Wave and hits all enemies. [Rolls: 12, 12, 10. Hit, hit, hit!] -2HP, BAIZHU 10/10HP 1SP, RAIDEN MEI 10/10HP 1SP. -2HP, DURANDAL 6/10HP 0SP. Mark applied. What a paragon Seamless Shield destroyed! Aggravate triggers! [2 x 1.5 = -3HP] Shadow Of Azhdaha: 31.5/250HP. Aggravate Effect: -1.5HP, Shadow Of Azhdaha: 30/250HP

It’s almost over. Durandal could feel it, confident and sure.

The dragon's movements grew sluggish, its roars more laboured. Even as another earth-shaking blow chipped away at her shield, she didn't flinch. Rather, before the echoes of Azhdaha's roar had even faded, the Valkyrie was already moving.

Paragon Stacks convert to SP. DURANDAL 6/10HP 3SP DURANDAL 6/10HP 3SP takes 2 damage from Mark. DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP

DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP rolls 7 energy. [2 Energy] DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP uses Elemental Burst: Sceptum Regalis.

With her soulium phantoms materialising in perfect sync, King and Queen rush to the dragon’s flank as lance, sword, and shield move as one. King's blade finds its mark just as Durandal is already moving. She plants one foot on Queen's raised shield, using the sturdy platform to launch herself skyward. The Abyss Flower hums in her grip, gleaming blue mid-leap as she angles the weapon downward like a falling star.

For one perfect moment, time seems to slow.

Then she falls.

Aiming the lance tip-first into the fissure King’s sword had opened—

—only to rebound with a shower of sparks as an unseen force repels the blow.

[1 Energy] DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP uses Normal Attack: Gladius Milites on SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 30/250HP. [Roll: 18, Hit! -15HP, SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 15/250HP] [1 Energy] DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP uses Normal Attack: Gladius Milites on SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 30/250HP. [Roll: 4, Hit! -15HP, SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 0/250HP]

What?!

She lands in a crouch, already rushing again—three more rapid slashes, each aimed at weakened points that should have split open by now and yet every blow is only deflected effortlessly. This damned lizard. It’s already so weakened, so heavily wounded, and yet still, it refuses to fall.

[1 Energy] DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP uses Normal Attack: Gladius Milites on SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 30/250HP. [Roll: 11, Hit! -15HP, SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: -15/250HP] [1 Energy] DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP uses Normal Attack: Gladius Milites on SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 30/250HP. [Roll: 9, Hit! -15HP, SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: -30/250HP] [1 Energy] DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP uses Normal Attack: Gladius Milites on SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 30/250HP. [Roll: 17, Hit! -6HP, SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: -36/250HP]

Enemy Passive: Moonlit Wave is still in effect! The beast cannot die…

Seamless Shield regenerates! DURANDAL 6/10HP 3SP. -2HP, Shadow of Azhdaha: 0.5/250HP SHADOW OF AZHDAHA: 0.5/250HP uses Moonlit Wave. [Roll: 16 = Hit! -2HP] DURANDAL 6/10HP 1SP

“Be careful! Nothing works against it!”

#GHAbyssApril2025 #eudaimcnia #fermatafour #originsrebirth #thread: ending a grand overture

fermatafour

.✧ ݁ ˖ ending a grand overture

Spiral Abyss Team 10 ; Floor 3

originsrebirth

her body yelled and ached , screaming out in pure agony , this place was testing her limits -- each time she was healed help alleviate the pain , if just a little more . . .

she still felt it , second after second , it only increased further and further , her body could only hold up for so long , something had to have broken by now , but . . . she can still stand .

Raiden Mei: 8/10HP 0SP rolls 6 energy.

Durandal 9/10HP 0SP takes 2 damage from Mark.

Durandal 7/10HP 0SP|Raiden Mei consumes 3 stacks of Twisted Origin to use Phantom of Dazai on Shadow Of Azhdaha: 105.5/250HP.

Aggravate triggers! [4 x 1.5 = -6HP] Shadow Of Azhdaha: 99.5/320HP|Aggravate Effect: -3HP, Durandal 4/10HP 0SP

Universal Diagnosis triggers! -1HP, Shadow Of Azhdaha: 98.5/320.

+2HP, Raiden Mei: 10/10HP 0SP.