Frost, silently and purely spread on this starry railway. Pioneer Memory stands there, like a long poem, singing softly in the cold. Her life is a call, a guard, and the endless wait hidden in the wind and snow. She summoned the Mimi with the call of her soul, and the ice-blue light flowed on Mimi’s body, like a flame embraced by the cold night, both cold and warm.
Pioneer Memory, like an image in a poem, silently accumulates strength over the years. Her growth is not a hasty call, but starts from Mimi’s skills and unfolds layer by layer. Skills are like the rhythm between poems, and talents are rhymes. They accumulate silently and will eventually condense into a melody on the battlefield. Her tricks and skills are the last lines of poetry, showing determination and tenderness.
This road is both a lonely journey and a team’s reliance. The best light cone is named “Victory is only between morning and evening”, as if the light of dawn and dusk are condensed on a sword. The spark of critical strike is like the twinkling of stars, illuminating the way forward for all companions. If you are a new traveler, then “Burning Shadow” is the glimmer before dawn, bringing the first ray of energy and hope.
The choice of relics is like the rhyme of a line of poetry. The champion crown of the hero injects her with the rhythm of speed and critical strike, making the frost dance more lightly. The fantasy banana paradise of accessories is the leap of poetry and the bloom of critical strike; and the Wengwak of life is like the footsteps of time, pushing her one step ahead and bringing the dawn of action.
Her team is like an ensemble of poetry. Aglaya’s frequent actions are like commas and pauses between verses, echoing every call of Pioneer Memory. Robins and Sundays are harmony, accompanying her by the side, bringing endless tenderness and strength. Everyone’s steps converge into a harmonious long poem on this cold star track.
Another picture is a double output scroll led by the Big Black Tower. The energy of Pioneer Memory is like the rhythm in the poem, driving the Big Black Tower to explode. Sylva and Jade add depth and color to this poem, and Huo Huo and Galah’s endurance is like a gentle echo, continuing the power in the long river of battle.
Her power is gaze, call, and deep and silent persistence. She gazes at the night sky like a poet, understanding the coldness and beauty of the stars. Under this boundless starry sky, Pioneer Memory uses her frosty hands to weave a miracle belonging to the team.
Cultivating Pioneer Memory is not just a superposition of values, but also a spiritual practice. The choice of equipment, the allocation of resources, and the matching of the team, every step is like the deliberation of a line of poetry, and only by careful carving can her power bloom on the Star Dome Railway. I hope you can also feel her poetic rhythm and tenacity on this road, and walk through the distance where cold and light are intertwined with Pioneer Memory hand in hand.