On the desolate battlefield, Hoshimaya wields the cold sword and cuts the silent air. Her figure is like a beam of light piercing the winter night, with the coldness of the frost and the abnormal sadness. Every swing is a question of fate, and every splashing ice crystal is the narration of a lonely soul.
Hoshimaya’s slash is like a roar in the cold wind, the wind whistles across the wasteland, rolling up the frost and snow all over the sky. Frost and abnormality are her sharp blade and her scars. She weaves a net with ice and fire to imprison the enemy, letting pain and helplessness spread in every life that is slashed.
Normal attacks and special attacks are her poems, and the ultimate skill is the horn that shakes the soul. She uses frost as a pen to write an unyielding chapter. Equipped with exclusive sound engine, her critical hit rate explodes like spring thunder, and abnormal proficiency is as blazing as the summer sun.
The construction of a single C is her lonely journey. The broken branch sword song and the woodpecker electronic music pave the way for her. The Cangjiao and Lekaan are like wind and thunder, accompanying her. The cooperation of the unusual formation is a dialogue between ice and fire. The interweaving of polar heavy metal and woodpecker electronic music, the protection of Yuecheng Liu and Caesar resonate the rhythm of life.
Xing Jianya is not only the spokesperson of the battle, she is the flame in the cold world and the burning hope in the lonely soul. She splits the darkness with the sword light and freezes the despair with frost. Every attack of hers is a cry for freedom and a vision of the future.
Let Xing Jianya be the lighthouse in your heart, crossing the cold and darkness, and illuminating the way forward. Her strength lies not only in the sharp blade, but also in the silent persistence and inextinguishable faith.
This is a poem written with frost and fire, the cry of a lonely soul, and the brightest light in the wilderness.