Celestial Gift
Artifact Set
Set Bonuses
2-Piece Set
Energy Recharge +20%.
4-Piece Set
If the equipping character has completed Witch's Homework, after they use an Elemental Skill, they gain "Light's Guidance" for 20s: All nearby party members gain a 20% Elemental DMG Bonus corresponding to the equipping character's Elemental Type. The equipping character can trigger this effect while off-field. DMG Bonuses provided by Artifact Sets with the same name do not stack.
· When your party has the Hexerei: Secret Rite effect, Light's Guidance is upgraded to "Mortal Hymn": All nearby party members gain a 40% Elemental DMG Bonus corresponding to both the equipping character and the current active party member's Elemental Type instead. If both characters have the same Elemental Type, these bonuses will not stack.
· When your party has the Hexerei: Secret Rite effect, Light's Guidance is upgraded to "Mortal Hymn": All nearby party members gain a 40% Elemental DMG Bonus corresponding to both the equipping character and the current active party member's Elemental Type instead. If both characters have the same Elemental Type, these bonuses will not stack.
Stats
MAIN STATS
Lv.
0
4 Star
5 Star
HP
645
717
SUB STATS
Roll 1
Roll 2
Roll 3
Roll 4
HP
209
239
269
299
HP
4.1%
4.7%
5.3%
5.8%
ATK
14
16
18
19
ATK
4.1%
4.7%
5.3%
5.8%
DEF
16
19
21
23
DEF
5.1%
5.8%
6.6%
7.3%
CRIT Rate
2.7%
3.1%
3.5%
3.9%
CRIT DMG
5.4%
6.2%
7.0%
7.8%
Energy Recharge
4.5%
5.2%
5.8%
6.5%
Elemental Mastery
16
19
21
23
Story
Heavensent Fragrance
The high heavens bestowed an everlasting flower on their envoy, and greed was born of a life without end. It was a golden age that has lived on only in the memories of a bygone world, an age when every choice was permitted.
The first race to step into the void carried with them a precious innocence, as the newborn peoples of the young universe frittered away their blessings without restraint.
Over billions of years, the fires of civilization lit up the endless stars, and ships wove through countless gates of stars.
Adventures, conquests, and legends beyond imagining today unfolded without end in the sea of stars.
That is, until the fate of the cosmos was severed thread by thread, and giants and dwarfs alike met the same end.
At first, it was no more than a mass hysteria, or the fading of a dream. Then, in the silence of the night, an entire civilization was erased.
Next, extinguished dwarf stars streaked across the firmament like tears, and the embers of burned-out suns warped the very fabric of space.
It was only when entire galaxies evaporated into a void deeper than darkness did people finally came to realize the scale of the catastrophe.
The descendants of the ancients rose in defiance, and over the millions of years that followed, conquered time and space in turn.
Yet, the farther they pushed into the unknown, the more they understood the futility and sorrow of their struggle.
The once-glorious civilizations that set out alongside them had long since vanished without a trace.
To escape the annihilation that would one day engulf them all, those once-passionate pioneers sealed off the pathways that spanned the cosmos.
They retreated to Giant Voids amidst the numerous galaxies, to the lightless edges of perception, as they clutched the last faint trace of hope.
The first people who had mastered leptons sent forth chroniclers toward the limits of baryonic matter in the hope of finding answers at the very last particle of existence.
As starlight wheeled on and the beacons upon the star charts went dark one by one, they at last extended their probes to the very end of time.
There, all light had vanished, and all possibility was spent. Even the finest motes of dust had drifted apart.
There was no turning point, no miracle to be found. At the very end of fate, all that remained was a void of utter chaos and darkness.
Every equation they had uncovered, every constant they had defined, now stood in silent proclamation of their end.
It was in that moment that their history came to a close.
Perhaps this so-called race that had transcended time was, in the end, nothing more than prisoners keeping vigil over a graveyard of stars.
No matter how brilliant a world or civilization may be, it shall, in the end, fall to its destined ruin in despair.
And yet, why does the voyager who wanders the void still dream of a dragon and a fragile little world?
After untold millennia of silent contemplation, just before the end could catch up with her, the sleeping voyager finally awakened...
The first race to step into the void carried with them a precious innocence, as the newborn peoples of the young universe frittered away their blessings without restraint.
Over billions of years, the fires of civilization lit up the endless stars, and ships wove through countless gates of stars.
Adventures, conquests, and legends beyond imagining today unfolded without end in the sea of stars.
That is, until the fate of the cosmos was severed thread by thread, and giants and dwarfs alike met the same end.
At first, it was no more than a mass hysteria, or the fading of a dream. Then, in the silence of the night, an entire civilization was erased.
Next, extinguished dwarf stars streaked across the firmament like tears, and the embers of burned-out suns warped the very fabric of space.
It was only when entire galaxies evaporated into a void deeper than darkness did people finally came to realize the scale of the catastrophe.
The descendants of the ancients rose in defiance, and over the millions of years that followed, conquered time and space in turn.
Yet, the farther they pushed into the unknown, the more they understood the futility and sorrow of their struggle.
The once-glorious civilizations that set out alongside them had long since vanished without a trace.
To escape the annihilation that would one day engulf them all, those once-passionate pioneers sealed off the pathways that spanned the cosmos.
They retreated to Giant Voids amidst the numerous galaxies, to the lightless edges of perception, as they clutched the last faint trace of hope.
The first people who had mastered leptons sent forth chroniclers toward the limits of baryonic matter in the hope of finding answers at the very last particle of existence.
As starlight wheeled on and the beacons upon the star charts went dark one by one, they at last extended their probes to the very end of time.
There, all light had vanished, and all possibility was spent. Even the finest motes of dust had drifted apart.
There was no turning point, no miracle to be found. At the very end of fate, all that remained was a void of utter chaos and darkness.
Every equation they had uncovered, every constant they had defined, now stood in silent proclamation of their end.
It was in that moment that their history came to a close.
Perhaps this so-called race that had transcended time was, in the end, nothing more than prisoners keeping vigil over a graveyard of stars.
No matter how brilliant a world or civilization may be, it shall, in the end, fall to its destined ruin in despair.
And yet, why does the voyager who wanders the void still dream of a dragon and a fragile little world?
After untold millennia of silent contemplation, just before the end could catch up with her, the sleeping voyager finally awakened...
Heavensent Demise
The high heavens bestowed a feather of rebirth on their envoy, with all sin to be forgiven where even fate meets its very end. The sky had been set ablaze by the blistering embers, which had also mingled with a rain of blood. Night had turned brighter than day.
From the heavens fell a stellar spike that stirred the very stars, its brilliance dimming even the light of the false sun.
In the great city upon the frozen earth, the lights burned just as bright, its great council hall lined with banners of every design.
The arrows of defiance were ready to fly, their aim fixed upon the heavenly city; even the newborn fae were now armed for war.
The rebel leaders knew the final hour had come. Rather than cling to life, they chose to face death with equanimity.
Yet the highest angel of them all stopped by a little preaching hole in the outskirts, for she wished to speak her final words to the first awakened.
"What do you see in your eyes? A new hope... or a fate sealed in death?"
"This may not be the ending we wanted. But for you and me, it is enough."
To her detractors, she was the heavens' eldest daughter, who had been led astray by temptation. But those born in chains could never grasp the value of freedom.
Those born in chains refused to believe that the exalted envoy would dare betray the divine, just as they dared not face the lies of the sky.
Upon the platform stood a body once mortal, and since worn and broken by the toll of the ages.
In those starlit eyes, a golden flame flickered and then faded. Her final answer in the end was nothing more than a long silence.
"Even knowing that, at the end of fate, what awaits this world is a destruction none can escape..."
"Like mayflies, they live and die in the span of a day; and still, they fight for a future thousands of years away."
"Hope still rests with the ordinary people, and from among them, something greater will one day emerge."
"But we have bought too little time... not enough for a miracle to take root in this age."
"You have lit the first flame. But this was never your war, and you should not have to bear a sin that was never yours."
"My dear companion, you who woke me from my dream of ignorance... Pray, while there is still time, return to the world to which you belong."
The nail of judgment cast its shadow upon the earth, as the mind of she who walked before the rest lingered in a dream left unfinished upon the desolate land.
Even if it meant that she would be bound for ten thousand years, and that the snows of the far north would sink into a shadow unknown even to the gods...
From the heavens fell a stellar spike that stirred the very stars, its brilliance dimming even the light of the false sun.
In the great city upon the frozen earth, the lights burned just as bright, its great council hall lined with banners of every design.
The arrows of defiance were ready to fly, their aim fixed upon the heavenly city; even the newborn fae were now armed for war.
The rebel leaders knew the final hour had come. Rather than cling to life, they chose to face death with equanimity.
Yet the highest angel of them all stopped by a little preaching hole in the outskirts, for she wished to speak her final words to the first awakened.
"What do you see in your eyes? A new hope... or a fate sealed in death?"
"This may not be the ending we wanted. But for you and me, it is enough."
To her detractors, she was the heavens' eldest daughter, who had been led astray by temptation. But those born in chains could never grasp the value of freedom.
Those born in chains refused to believe that the exalted envoy would dare betray the divine, just as they dared not face the lies of the sky.
Upon the platform stood a body once mortal, and since worn and broken by the toll of the ages.
In those starlit eyes, a golden flame flickered and then faded. Her final answer in the end was nothing more than a long silence.
"Even knowing that, at the end of fate, what awaits this world is a destruction none can escape..."
"Like mayflies, they live and die in the span of a day; and still, they fight for a future thousands of years away."
"Hope still rests with the ordinary people, and from among them, something greater will one day emerge."
"But we have bought too little time... not enough for a miracle to take root in this age."
"You have lit the first flame. But this was never your war, and you should not have to bear a sin that was never yours."
"My dear companion, you who woke me from my dream of ignorance... Pray, while there is still time, return to the world to which you belong."
The nail of judgment cast its shadow upon the earth, as the mind of she who walked before the rest lingered in a dream left unfinished upon the desolate land.
Even if it meant that she would be bound for ten thousand years, and that the snows of the far north would sink into a shadow unknown even to the gods...
Heavensent Decree
The high heavens bestowed a sundial of counter-time on their envoy, and an inviolable interdiction became a wellspring of rage. Observe, calculate, record, and inscribe: every world within the reach of wisdom is being engraved into the eyes of the void.
For some reason, the race that claimed to have transcended time continued to carry out an eternal mission among the stars.
Despite their knowledge that the darkness which erases existence itself was an inevitable end beyond all return,
the chroniclers, the descendants of the ancients, remained faithful to their mission, engraving every star into memory.
And this voyager, newly awakened from the void, was but one among those countless chroniclers.
Though its light had dimmed greatly from a remembered brilliance, the starry expanse all around still bore witness to existence in its desolation.
Yet, this was not far beyond the voyager's expectations, for it aligned almost perfectly with the calculations on the celestial chart.
One detail diverged, however — a single point of light absent from the star map, where the image departed slightly from what was foretold.
In the memories she had archived in the library of her distant home world, it was a newly born, habitable planet.
But now, it lay shrouded behind several impenetrable fields, its primordial flame stripped of the radiance it was meant to bear.
She called on memories long consigned to dust, memories of how, once upon a time, she had visited the sovereign who ruled that world.
Where had its former master gone? And why had the new Descender built the shell that bound all life within?
The chroniclers' kind abided by ancient laws, one of which was never to interfere with what they observed.
However, should those branching paths of time that seem to hold endless possibilities be nothing more than a veil of ignorance leading to a single end,
why are we still driven by instinct and nature to explore every path in the labyrinth of fate?
Perhaps the time for change had come, or perhaps this was merely the result of curiosity. Her mind reached into the world within the shell...
For some reason, the race that claimed to have transcended time continued to carry out an eternal mission among the stars.
Despite their knowledge that the darkness which erases existence itself was an inevitable end beyond all return,
the chroniclers, the descendants of the ancients, remained faithful to their mission, engraving every star into memory.
And this voyager, newly awakened from the void, was but one among those countless chroniclers.
Though its light had dimmed greatly from a remembered brilliance, the starry expanse all around still bore witness to existence in its desolation.
Yet, this was not far beyond the voyager's expectations, for it aligned almost perfectly with the calculations on the celestial chart.
One detail diverged, however — a single point of light absent from the star map, where the image departed slightly from what was foretold.
In the memories she had archived in the library of her distant home world, it was a newly born, habitable planet.
But now, it lay shrouded behind several impenetrable fields, its primordial flame stripped of the radiance it was meant to bear.
She called on memories long consigned to dust, memories of how, once upon a time, she had visited the sovereign who ruled that world.
Where had its former master gone? And why had the new Descender built the shell that bound all life within?
The chroniclers' kind abided by ancient laws, one of which was never to interfere with what they observed.
However, should those branching paths of time that seem to hold endless possibilities be nothing more than a veil of ignorance leading to a single end,
why are we still driven by instinct and nature to explore every path in the labyrinth of fate?
Perhaps the time for change had come, or perhaps this was merely the result of curiosity. Her mind reached into the world within the shell...
Heavensent Reward
The high heavens bestowed sweet nectar on their envoy, and the unending feast opened wide the doors to desire. The wind of change was sweeping across the boundless land. Beyond the northern winds, the heavens blazed with stars.
Upon the frozen earth stood a city stronger than heaven itself, and where peoples of every nation had gathered as one.
Here, they labored for dreams that had faded even before they could be fulfilled. Here, they labored for descendants they would never meet.
Here, they labored for promises their creators had never kept. Here, they labored for the stars they sought to reach in the future.
The progress that was born of wisdom from beyond the world was, at this point, already outpacing a century of gains with each passing day.
The human spirit yearns for all things new, as every young race once did in its innocence.
Many a taboo, once considered inviolable, was now being broken, just as every overreaching desire was being fulfilled.
They sought the roots of human evolution, so that a new generation might rise with sharper minds and stronger bodies.
They traced the headwaters of every tongue, carrying truths once veiled by the sky to every corner of the world.
The mysteries once deemed as blasphemous were now spoken of freely to children in their classrooms.
The sky had never felt so close, so close that they even believed they could challenge it...
But this is no fairy tale of inheritance passed from father to son; the judgment of the master of the heavens does not wait for mortals to gather their strength.
Given enough time, they might indeed give rise to something great, something that could surpass all fate and design.
But what of it? This world had never been prepared for them. That is the final verdict.
Once the fall towards temptation begins, no matter what path they take, the result is one and the same.
Free will invites nothing but uncertainty and calamity. Such is the truth taught by the cold laws of the cosmos.
The mortals who stray beyond their bounds must be dealt with, just as wayward branches upon a tree must be pruned.
But is this truly the only answer to the ultimate question?
Are miracles not termed thus precisely because they defy all reason?
Yet for those of a bygone age, the chance to seek that answer was already no more...
Upon the frozen earth stood a city stronger than heaven itself, and where peoples of every nation had gathered as one.
Here, they labored for dreams that had faded even before they could be fulfilled. Here, they labored for descendants they would never meet.
Here, they labored for promises their creators had never kept. Here, they labored for the stars they sought to reach in the future.
The progress that was born of wisdom from beyond the world was, at this point, already outpacing a century of gains with each passing day.
The human spirit yearns for all things new, as every young race once did in its innocence.
Many a taboo, once considered inviolable, was now being broken, just as every overreaching desire was being fulfilled.
They sought the roots of human evolution, so that a new generation might rise with sharper minds and stronger bodies.
They traced the headwaters of every tongue, carrying truths once veiled by the sky to every corner of the world.
The mysteries once deemed as blasphemous were now spoken of freely to children in their classrooms.
The sky had never felt so close, so close that they even believed they could challenge it...
But this is no fairy tale of inheritance passed from father to son; the judgment of the master of the heavens does not wait for mortals to gather their strength.
Given enough time, they might indeed give rise to something great, something that could surpass all fate and design.
But what of it? This world had never been prepared for them. That is the final verdict.
Once the fall towards temptation begins, no matter what path they take, the result is one and the same.
Free will invites nothing but uncertainty and calamity. Such is the truth taught by the cold laws of the cosmos.
The mortals who stray beyond their bounds must be dealt with, just as wayward branches upon a tree must be pruned.
But is this truly the only answer to the ultimate question?
Are miracles not termed thus precisely because they defy all reason?
Yet for those of a bygone age, the chance to seek that answer was already no more...
Heavensent Crown
The high heavens bestowed a splendid crown on their envoy, and arrogance was born out of power unchecked. The faint glow of the three moons was not enough to veil the murderous wind stirred up by the falling stars.
Beyond the northern winds, in the old capital, rebels from across the land gathered beneath the giant dome.
The eldest daughter, once hailed as the morning star, now sat enthroned in unforgivable sin.
She raised the blade that once shattered the shackles placed on the people before the ever-growing ranks of her followers.
The herald ascended the high tower, preparing to proclaim her blasphemous words to the heavens.
"The final war is about to begin, and I already know what it is I seek."
"I would rather have freedom, hard-won though it shall be, than the comfort of shackles."
"Either cast Them down from Their throne in the heavens and bring Them before a justice beyond this world..."
"Or be consumed by Their fickle wrath, and perish alongside the eternal fate They have decreed."
"I believe not in everlasting prosperity. Happiness is not a thing that can be designed."
"I believe not in the crown of sevenfold radiance, and nor do I bear any hope that its light truly redeems all."
"I believe not in songs sung on bended knee, for this world is one that belongs to us."
Wings brushed against wings in a dry, whispering hiss, for never since creation had so many angels gathered in one place.
As if roused by thunderous war drums, beasts long forgotten by the world caught the scent of blood that tainted the divine.
From lightless valleys and the far reaches of the outer seas, the most ancient masters of the earth also came forth to answer the call.
"From the suffering ordained by fate, we have forged our own peace. Our great work has already long surpassed Their grace."
"A pale star burns beyond the false firmament, and its very existence proclaims our victory."
"Even in failure new possibilities will arise, for those yet to come are also watching us."
"Behold... The stars shine ever so bright tonight."
Beyond the northern winds, in the old capital, rebels from across the land gathered beneath the giant dome.
The eldest daughter, once hailed as the morning star, now sat enthroned in unforgivable sin.
She raised the blade that once shattered the shackles placed on the people before the ever-growing ranks of her followers.
The herald ascended the high tower, preparing to proclaim her blasphemous words to the heavens.
"The final war is about to begin, and I already know what it is I seek."
"I would rather have freedom, hard-won though it shall be, than the comfort of shackles."
"Either cast Them down from Their throne in the heavens and bring Them before a justice beyond this world..."
"Or be consumed by Their fickle wrath, and perish alongside the eternal fate They have decreed."
"I believe not in everlasting prosperity. Happiness is not a thing that can be designed."
"I believe not in the crown of sevenfold radiance, and nor do I bear any hope that its light truly redeems all."
"I believe not in songs sung on bended knee, for this world is one that belongs to us."
Wings brushed against wings in a dry, whispering hiss, for never since creation had so many angels gathered in one place.
As if roused by thunderous war drums, beasts long forgotten by the world caught the scent of blood that tainted the divine.
From lightless valleys and the far reaches of the outer seas, the most ancient masters of the earth also came forth to answer the call.
"From the suffering ordained by fate, we have forged our own peace. Our great work has already long surpassed Their grace."
"A pale star burns beyond the false firmament, and its very existence proclaims our victory."
"Even in failure new possibilities will arise, for those yet to come are also watching us."
"Behold... The stars shine ever so bright tonight."