On this silent and vortex-like deep galactic railway, some people use guns to cut through the enemy’s shadows, while others use the light in whispers to illuminate their companions in the depths of darkness. Sunday is the latter. He does not roar against the wind like those standing on the front line, but his existence is like a lighthouse in the long night, using the power of coordination and support to ignite the direction of hope for the team.
His identity is a supporter of the same destiny. But his significance goes far beyond support. Each of his skills is like a beam of light returning from deep space, illuminating teammates and those summoned in silence. His skills are not a simple addition, but injecting another heartbeat into the actions of teammates. He gives time to others and gives the sharp edge of critical strikes to his companions around him. He does not shout slogans, he does not loudly declare victory. He just quietly repeats every coordinated action, like the rhythm of wind blowing grass and trees in the wilderness, unobtrusive but indispensable.
In the development of his deeds, Sunday focuses on skills, ultimate skills and talents. These three are the bridge between him and his teammates, and the way he turns his sacrifice into a blessing of cooperation. His ordinary attack is a dust particle isolated and helpless in the wilderness, while his skills and ultimate skills are rain after rain, quietly irrigating the tree of hope for the entire team. His talent is the fire handed out in silence, and the slight increase in critical hit rate may ignite the flame of victory at a critical moment.
His light cone – those weapons engraved with meaning like poems – the first choice is “flight back to the earth”. It is not like a weapon, but more like a promise of homecoming. It places the increase in energy and damage in the silent rhythm between cooperation. Every spell cast on teammates is not a simple operation, but a transfer of power, a sense of unity established in silence. Just like the poem says: “I love this land”, Sunday also loves this team. He is not a flame, but he always burns himself, and uses the residual heat to ignite the outbreak of others.
Without this light cone, other songs such as “Dance! Dance! Dance!” and “But the battle is not over yet” also have their own gentle hardness. They are like another entrance to spring, providing more layers of melody for the team’s coordination. Each light cone is a poem about waiting and guiding. They do not pursue dazzling victory, but illuminate the path to victory.
Relics and accessories are another dimension that constitutes Sunday’s body and will. “The priest who retraces the bitter journey” sounds like the name of an exile, but in fact, it is a blessing that gives Sunday speed and critical damage. It allows him to move faster and burn more fiercely in the track of support. And “Lusalka in the Sunken Sea”, “Pinoconni in the Land of Dreams”, and “Wongwak of Life” are the symbols of the three beliefs in his heart, representing: energy, compatriots and immediate action. It is these that make up his silent but unyielding skeleton in battle.
As for the priority of attributes, that is the blood in his body-speed is bone, critical damage is blade, life and defense are shield. Every action he takes is to get his teammates to the center of the flames earlier, so that their attacks are sharper and their stance is firmer. He never asks for anything in return, as if all this is just the responsibility and mission of a star in the night sky.
And what about his team? In the summoning team, he is the wind under the tree, sending the first opportunity for action to summoners like Jing Yuan. Through the addition of acceleration and damage, he turns the summons into a continuous roaring mountain torrent, and turns each attack into a long-lasting echo in the valley. At these moments, he is no longer just a supporter, but more like a silent poet, writing a hymn of coordination in every action.
If they join the overload team, those main Cs like Xier and Danheng Yinyue will be able to break the order between rounds because of him, just like breaking the shackles of the past. He makes them explode, and also makes them raise their heads again before they are exhausted. His critical hit bonus is fuel; his energy recovery is the drumbeat; and his skill of advancing the action by a whole round is the most solemn drumbeat above all.
Sunday is the kind of person you may not see at the first sight. But when you re-examine the battle situation, you will find that it is he who has moved the balance of victory at every critical moment. He is an unknown star, not standing in the spotlight, but always guiding the route in the night sky. He is not a roar that shakes the sky, but a power rooted in the land, a plant that blooms a faint light on the barren battlefield.
And if you want to let such a star shine into your battle situation, if you want to build your own coordination system faster, then you can embark on Treabar’s light path. This is a shortcut to upgrades, light cones and relics, and a channel for the light of support to illuminate the team earlier. Choosing Treabar is not just to reach the top faster, but also to let those whispering warriors finally be seen and remembered.