Weapon Effect
A Candle Woven From the Night
A Candle Woven From the Night
Party members other than the equipping character will provide the equipping character with buffs based on whether their Elemental Type is the same as the latter or not. If their Elemental Types are the same, the equipping character gets a 64-point Elemental Mastery boost. If not, the equipping character's ATK is increased by 12% instead. The equipping character can enjoy up to 3 instances of the aforementioned buffs, with Elemental Mastery buffs counted first.
A Candle Woven From the Night
A Candle Woven From the Night
For every party member other than the equipping character:
· Who is of the same Elemental Type as the equipper: The equipping character's Elemental Mastery is increased by 64;
· Who is not of the same Elemental Type as the equipper: The equipping character's ATK increases by 12%.
The two effects described above can stack up to 3 times in total, with Elemental Mastery buffs applied first.
· Who is of the same Elemental Type as the equipper: The equipping character's Elemental Mastery is increased by 64;
· Who is not of the same Elemental Type as the equipper: The equipping character's ATK increases by 12%.
The two effects described above can stack up to 3 times in total, with Elemental Mastery buffs applied first.
Description
A longbow of immense strength. It shines with the radiance of dreams even in the darkest of nights. The precious stone known as jade is known to shine even in the darkest night.
When carved into a bow, they say that the arrows fired from it would seek out and destroy all evil.
The gaze of the lord of the mountains remained resolute and cold till the end, chilling and contained like the eternal glint of golden jade.
In those endlessly turbulent years, the tremulous, resounding howls of the bowstring replaced comforting song.
They say that that god who once had great insight into the weakness in mortal hearts was slain by this very bow.
Her eyes were keen and her mind was sharp, and she excelled in dominating the wills of those who served her.
"See, my child, how this dauntless hero is gnawed by fear. See how selfless rulers bow as if they lacked spines."
"Behold, my child, how those lovers who swore by the sky and earth betray and torment another with lies."
Surrounded by hatred and resentment, the god reclined upon her throne, savoring the fruit of joy, watching the juices flow between her fingers.
And with the sound of formless, clattering chains, blood-drunk on agony and frenzy alike, the loyal bloodhound at her feet devoured "dreams."
Those unbending bones resisted the piercings and floggings, though each heartbeat would bring fresh agonies.
The wondrous taste of those blood-drenched dreams was matched only by their transience, and the pure hatred and revulsion they produced indeed brought the god to ecstasy.
"Then tell me, child, tell me! How do those sweet dreams you have devoured taste?"
"Child, know that love is but a fleeting fog. It is power that forms the stuff of sweet dreams."
When carved into a bow, they say that the arrows fired from it would seek out and destroy all evil.
The gaze of the lord of the mountains remained resolute and cold till the end, chilling and contained like the eternal glint of golden jade.
In those endlessly turbulent years, the tremulous, resounding howls of the bowstring replaced comforting song.
They say that that god who once had great insight into the weakness in mortal hearts was slain by this very bow.
Her eyes were keen and her mind was sharp, and she excelled in dominating the wills of those who served her.
"See, my child, how this dauntless hero is gnawed by fear. See how selfless rulers bow as if they lacked spines."
"Behold, my child, how those lovers who swore by the sky and earth betray and torment another with lies."
Surrounded by hatred and resentment, the god reclined upon her throne, savoring the fruit of joy, watching the juices flow between her fingers.
And with the sound of formless, clattering chains, blood-drunk on agony and frenzy alike, the loyal bloodhound at her feet devoured "dreams."
Those unbending bones resisted the piercings and floggings, though each heartbeat would bring fresh agonies.
The wondrous taste of those blood-drenched dreams was matched only by their transience, and the pure hatred and revulsion they produced indeed brought the god to ecstasy.
"Then tell me, child, tell me! How do those sweet dreams you have devoured taste?"
"Child, know that love is but a fleeting fog. It is power that forms the stuff of sweet dreams."