She is a warrior who walks out of the music, and a ripple rising in the silent wilderness. She is not a blade, nor a thunderbolt, but an echo, a comfort, and a lamp lit for people in the ruins. Her name, like the wind blowing from afar, whispers softly in people’s ears. She does not need to roar, she only needs to stand in the center of the stage and crown the fighters with her unique melody.
She is a supporter, a healer, and a star quietly watching behind those who fight hard. She does not show off, nor does she retreat. She uses all her notes to support the fate of the entire team. Every release of her skills is a confession of the heart; every extension of a melody is a rise of the soul.
Her skills do not pursue the publicity of blood and fire, but quietly hold up the balance of victory at the critical moment. Her combined skills are the high notes on the string of fate, and a question at the most critical moment. Her special skills are like rain falling on the plain, moistening things silently, but always infusing power at the key point.
She has a sound engine, which is a delicate makeup box tailored for her. Like the crystal in the mouth of a lark, it is a sharp weapon carved with time and emotion. It can make her every support more solid, and can make her every melody penetrate the chaotic battlefield powerfully and infuse into the hearts of her comrades. The improvement of attack is not her wildness, but her deeper support, the echo of a poem.
If she can’t get this makeup box, she also has other choices: the crying cradle is another dream she sings in a low voice. Even if she is in the backcourt, her power is like a trickle that blends into the steps of her companions. There are also the aggressive A Pao and the treasure chest. Although they are not in harmony with her heart, they give her more solid support in the real battle.
She wears a drive disc woven by stars and jazz. It is her shoe walking on the battlefield and the beat of her silent march. Listening to the music is the melody of her inner breathing, which turns her support into layers of gentle ripples; while swing jazz allows her power to sway and flow throughout the field, quietly changing the situation. The main item is attack and energy return, just like her own echo that keeps echoing.
She is not a loner. There are always compatible partners around her. Evelyn is her mirror image and the protagonist of the flame, and she is the wind that supports the flame. Caesar is the shield of defense, and she is the song that brushes the heartstrings behind the shield. There are also Wright, Zhu Yuan, Yuecheng Liu, Jane and Bernice, each of whom finds rhythm and direction in her melody.
Bomb is her secret friend and harmony from another angle. From Kacha Zai to Plug Cloth, from Rocket Man to Resonance Cloth, each combination is the echo of another stage. She makes these Bombs no longer just tools, but chords in her movement.
Is she worth it? Is she worth your precious chance?
If you are still willing to believe that fighting is not just about fanaticism and destruction, if you are still looking for a glimmer of warmth and hope in the wasteland, she is worth it. If you still remember the warmth of poetry, remember that someone sang for you quietly before you fell, she is worth it. If you are willing to leave a little softness and light between silence and gunfire, she is worth it.
She is the melody, the healing, and the person who lights up the light for you in the darkness.
——She is your most gentle comrade-in-arms.