Complete Main Story Vintergard (S4) Hope in Danger!

[Cain Darlite]

33 / 145

Location: 6A
-5 HP from Bleed
-30 HP from Scorch
-60 HP from RKO

Vulnerable | Protected
Protect Aura'd
Bleeding (1)

If he kept this up for too much longer, he will die.

But even with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the stimuli and the tragedies, the wretched machine and its disjointed speech, he couldn't ignore the party list that burned in the corner of his blackened vision.

People still, joining in on the fight.

Seigi, appearing at last, alongside so many others. Exhausted from their own struggles, from the sheer rigor of even travelling this far, but fighting nonetheless.

Ten thousand HP. Two steps away from the gate.

The light of arcanamancy descended upon him, bathing him in a protective brilliance, and @Moonsong continued alone, pleading for a soul that was lost, a soul that could yet be regained. Beside him, @Bluebird was barely conscious, yet remained standing, a charred half-corpse unbroken.

Still just a monster, no matter who's face it wore. Perhaps an honest death was all that could fix Quinn now.

That was neither here or nor there though, and Cain clenched his fist over his heart, synchronizing, harmonizing with the spinning clockwork of the MEME.naught.

I can feel the gears they're turning faster
Grinding down the only hope we have
No one could have planned for this disaster... ​

The astral banner disintegrated, fibers blown to the wind.

But if we rise
And just open up our eyes
The pain won't stop us from getting out​

Threads wove themselves around the silver knight, binding his wounds not to mend them, but to instill him with a burning vigor once again.

Don't think about
Holding out
The time is now or never
We hold it all together ​

Threads wove themselves around the feline weaponmaster, seeping deep into her arcane veins as more and more magical power flooded in from the outside, propelling her to greater heights.

We have the power to rise
Count down the hours 'til I
Crash it down just to bring it back to life ​

Threads wove themselves around the Sunset Sage, wrapping around callused fists with a song that resonated with the heart, a song that called for a heroic rampage to surpass this scepter of death.

Face to face with the machine
This is where I'm born to be
Woah woah
Forever young and free ​

And, threads emptied, Cain limped alone through the burning wastes, bearing naught more than a black husk that mimicked the form of a spear. With it, he drew a line.

The line where the MEME.naught would stop.

A line just short of the wall.

Thus, the prophecy of the Flagbearer was announced.

Rolls

Movement: 4A > 6 A

Power Buff (AoE)
2d100 (26 + 78) + 25 + 25 + 20 + 50 = 75 (Total divided by 3)
+75 buff to 3 targets for 1 post @Fina Drago @Seigi Ling Ling @Hyakin Heliodoros
Gain the Vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Cain Darlite | 1341C4

MEME.naught
▪ HP: 8065/20000

Play Sheet Link

 

[Toko]

39 / 200

　Adventurers Guild - Platinum Rank

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Movement: C3 > B3 > A4
-8 HP from Captain Bomb ❰ x0.5 due to Protected C3 state ❱
-8 HP from Eruption ❰ x0.5 due to Protected C3 state ❱
-30 HP from Burning

A giant wurm erupted from the ground underneath the tank, her eyes noticing @Yugam riding atop the beast, before an excited grin spread on her face. She had little time to worry about him however, barely catching the warning of @Schilva Flasch before the bomb went off. To her surprise she was less damaged than anticipated, even the fire that flared up from the soil seemed dull, and she finally noticed the protective aura offered by @Hanno Futaba dissipating from her body.

By now the DEAD.naught had transformed into something more, the gaudy looking bipedal form hard to miss as it towered over the zone. The djinn’s arm on her right shoulder seemed to tense up in response, fingers balled into a tight fist as it trembled with pent up energy—if the rabbit had to take a guess she’d assume it was rearing to give someone a beating...

"Glad to see we’re on the same page, let’s go bust a tank Ude-san~"

It seemed to understand her words, giving her a thumbs up before the open palm met Toko’s own in a high five. A confident smirk pulled at her lips before she sprung forth, quickly speeding towards the newly upgraded MEME.naught. "Care to give me a hand?!" A foot smacked against the burning soil as the brawler spoke to the summoned limb, the magical burst causing stones to erupt before the djinn arm grabbed onto the biggest chunk it could muster.

Toko continued her run without pause, a leap finding the lepus now climbing atop the MEME.naught, as she focused astral energy onto the boulder. Energy poured right into it indiscriminately, increasing the density and hardening its surface, before the djinn arm quickly smacked it point blank at what could be considered the tank’s face once it came within range. The object shattered from the impact, unable to contain the full force, as the summoned limb finally began to fade away… one last thumbs up given before it vanished.

The leftover pieces quickly formed an asteroid belt that now whirled around the King's retainer.

---

❰ Toko's PlaySheet ❱

WILL SAVE



-8 HP
❰ x0.5 due to Protected C3 state ❱
Will | Toko | 1341C4​

PROTECT



+232 DMG to MEME.naught
❰ Protecting @Seto Kurama ❱
Astramancy | Toko | 1341C4​

 

[Hanno Futaba]

1 / 325

Current Location: B2 - Lions Pride Knight
-80 -160 HP from Quinn Bot (Vulnerable from last cycle)
-15 HP from starting on Burning Tiles (Immortal activates)
Becomes Immortal
-15 HP from moving on Burning Tiles (Damage negated)
Becomes Vulnerable
(Addendum: Using the first ruling regarding damage)

Hanno watched @Hyakin Heliodoros being slammed out toward the Wall, widening his eyes open as he watched the bizarre scene unfolding. Seeing @Quinn going from beheaded to something... Terrifying was shocking, enough to make the faerin falter for a moment, not realizing that soon he became a target himself and--

KABOOM

Screaming, Hanno was sent flying, gritting his teeth and widening his eyes when noticing he was hazardly being sent toward @Glamdark, and he quickly opened his mana wings to slow himself down as much as he could. "WATCH OU--" Words were cut short with the impact, and Hanno staggered trying to stand, shaking as he looked at the salmon haired girl apologetically. "S-Sorry buddy, I..." His sight darkened as flames scorched him, and as he tried to help Glamdark up.

"I d-didn't..." His conciousness became heavy, and everything felt numb for a moment. A cold darkness tried to engulf him, with his HP going to negatives before he even noticed.

A panic settled, there were his friends in danger, there was the camp in danger. As much desire as he had to keep fighting, everything felt crumbling, the burning ground felt closer, but... Just like in many nights of sleep he spent in the game, a familiar woman appeared right at the edge of his vision. He turned, trying to see her almost instinctively. Like the usual, she disappeared in the last swcond, but this time... In the last glance shift.

She stood there, with a warmth and sight that Hanno couldn't never find words to describe.

❰ Goddess Call - Original Sin ❱

Instantly, Hanno's eyes opened. His body was numb, no pain could be felt, only the desire to do the right thing. He pulled Glamdark back to her feet, standing and immediately trampling his way toward the enemy.

"RAEL, YOU DIDN'T COME WITH ASH TO CONVINCE ME AND THE LIONS ONLY TO DIE IN HERE!" He roared, throwing himself against the tank, slamming his loyal shield against it. "LADY, SCHILVA! YOU TWO GOTTA LEAVE, NOW!" He warned, shifting his glance between @Moonsong and then Quinn bot (@Raid Boss), clenching his fist and shoving a punch after another against the hard surface of the armor, breaking carapace along with his own flesh and bones, that instantly regenerated.

"And. You. Need. To. Wake. The. Fuck. Up!"​

Taunting (531)

Rolls

Movement: Moved from C2 to A4

Ultra Protect
1d100 (82) + 25 + 20 + 50 = 177
177 damage
Give @Lady N, @Schilva Flasch, and @Rael the Protected status. Gain the Vulnerable state
Aura | Hanno Futaba | 1341C3

Protect Aura
@Lady N, @Schilva Flasch, and @Rael gains save roll advantage

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 7656/20000

Play Sheet

 

[Aroda]

174 / 155

Location: A4
Vulnerable / Protected
-15 HP from fire oof ouch
-25 HP from Exceed
+122 HP from healing self

As Aroda gets tossed around by some stranger (@Schilva Flasch) that helpfully taxis her around the battlefield, she indeed insists that she be brought closer to the giant tank. After all, how else is she going to make use of this giant gun she has?

Still, as she gets there, letting out an overheated sigh to expel a bit more steam, she wonders if she has much more in her. She definitely could go all out, giving all she had to one last volley, but she'd burn up so much of her own energy doing it that she probably couldn't withstand the rest of the heat here on the battlefield. If she wanted to contribute as best she could, she'd have to take a breather, and get herself back in top shape...because to wreck her condition with a huge, dangerous attack, she has to actually be in good condition.

"Alri-ight..."

She pulls out a device she'd specially made for giving herself a burst of healing. It was pretty much a hand-sized battery. As it was designed just for her, she just had to grip it and draw the magic out to heal herself, like she was recharging...though this did take some concentration, so she wouldn't be able to keep blasting while she did it without really exerting herself. And the time to exert herself was after she had more of herself to exert...

Once she's done, even having drained the battery so completely that she's crushed it, she stares down the weird-acting-tank with confidence, eyes wide, muttering to herself.

”I'm really looking forward...to seeing ｗｈａｔ　ｋｉｎｄ　ｏｆ　ｐａｒｔｓ I can find ｉｎ　ｙｏｕｒ　ｓｃｒａｐ．”

Rolls

Movement: Staying in A4
Power Heal
Roll Result
4d20 (17 + 1 + 5 + 14) + 25 + 20 + 40 = 122
122 healing (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Magitech | Aroda | 1341C4 | Prototype Exceed 25

Play Sheet

 

[Ronja Bubblyfoot]

81 / 160

Current location: C5
-30 HP from Lightning RKO (Vulnerable & Protected from last cycle)
-15 HP from starting on Burning Tiles (Vulnerable & Protected from last cycle)
Vulnerable

Chaos reached its peak on the battlefield. With someone beheaded in front of everyone to see, explosions erupt from everywhere, coming from friends and foes. Ronja found herself in the middle of that battlefield, without a single sign of her friend. The ones she was fighting with were far away, enough for her to lose sight of them.

But things were just about to get worse, with the beheaded one being suddenly 'acquired' by the enemy tank, causing it to behave strangely--

Ronja's eyelids twitched in disgust and horror, making her take one step back at the gruesome sight... Frozen for a moment before the giant enemy jumped, ready to stomp and crush her. Ronja's arms went up, shielding ready to shield and brace herself for the impact, before she was suddenly covered by @Nai, in an unexpected protection.

"Take care."

"Huh-?!" Her eyes grew wide, but before she could process what had just happened, the stomp shook the ground and knocked her away, lifting a blinding dust that halted Ronja's senses until she recovered, looking up to see the upgraded version of the giant automaton... With her Ultra Magia carapace faltering and falling apart, revealing her usual form.

She looked around, trying to find her savior, but similarly to the others, she was gone in a blink of an eye.

On her knees, Ronja forced herself to stand, feeling the flames melting her biomagitechnological skin. Her mouth opened, with a static voice escaping like a failing radio, voicing toward the giant robot in Runia. (@Raid Boss)

"Why..? Ronja cannot understand... Why you are doing this? Ronja cannot understand. She cannot understand what will come out of this, what you will win from doing this?

Wh-Why won't you stop? Her friend is out there- You are murdering everyone, at what cost?"

After nearly stumbling again, Ronja released another pulse of mana charge, activating more propelling constructs.

❰ Healing Bots - Aidlings! ❱

One reached for Mizuki, circling the lupine and spraying its healing chemicals on her as it charged along. Another reached for Cain, releasing a soothing gas, and opening itself in half to reveal a magic amplifier, boosting his song to echo even further. And finally, another went for Toko, flying up to the tank along with the bunny girl, using magnetism to repel potential incoming bullets.

Upon releasing her automatons, Ronja took another glance on the surroundings, taking one step, then another, looking at the battlefield with her heart tightening.

"Where are you..." Ronja muttered, swallowing and finally stumbling a few fleeing steps, unsure if @Fiora Di Angelo was even there anymore.

Rolls

Power Heal (AoE)
4d20 (12 + 7 + 2 + 8) + 25 + 15 + 10 = 79 (27 HP to @Ueno Mizuki, @Cain Darlite, @Toko)
Magitech | Ronja Bubblyfoot | Coordinate | Extension | 1341C4

Coordinating with @Bradwynne (He gains +10 on his Power Heal roll)

Movement: Moving from B2 to C5

Play Sheet

 

[Chrys]

《⋯《 ⋯ ❖ ⋯ 》⋯》

32 / 270

-163 HP from (Sky Lance Upgrade Pylon) Blown Fuse
Protect Aura activated for @Chrys @Kamala Graham [whoever else in D6]

Prepared to die, Chrys was already extending his arms to either side, as if embracing his impending doom, when someone healed him. He ended up surviving to witness more carnage on the battlefield than he cared to take note of. Kinda sus when everything's exploding and going up in flames and you still have time to emote and do drama. Very sus. Huh.

Chrys took a moment to look around him, not actually paying much attention to how many survived and died, and then immediately bolted toward the wall, climbing up the elevation with help from his Auric Geomancy. If the gods give you a second chance, you give the finger to Death and just run away from her.

"AYNA! KAMALA! HELP! I INVOKE MY RIGHT TO LIVE! DON'T LET ME DIE! I HAVE ORPHANS IN STOKBON!"

As soon as Kamala came to his aid, healing him and then chucking him toward the closest ballista, Chrys wasted no time in shooting with his new but temporary weapon the only target left in the field: Levi the machine brain man combo whatever. Eat shit, Phyrexian. Pew pew pew!, and what have you.

Rolls

Movement: C5 ->-> D6 (BA: Protect Aura) | Repositioned by Kamala to D7 (Ballista)

@Chrys @Kamala Graham [whoever else in D6] gains save roll advantage (Protect Aura)

Expertise Check
1d100 (59) + 90 = 149 -15 = 134*3 = 402 total damage
Fitness | Chrys | 1341C4 | Advance Ballista Tuning 7D
Expertise Check
1d100 (63) + 90 = 153
Fitness | Chrys | 1341C4 | Advance Ballista Tuning 7D (Disadvantage)

DEAD.naught (Ballista)
▪ HP: 7254/20000
Play Sheet Link

 

[Kamala Graham]

‧͙⁺˚･❀･˚⁺͙‧

140 / 145

Protect Aura activated by @Chrys
+24 HP from Heal
+6 HP from Regeneration

As everything turned to cat poop, Kamala held herself safely on the wall, sitting on her heels, her back to the chaos and carnage on the field. She could still feel the things under her skin, her senses only serving to enhance her paranoia to unbearable levels. If Ayna had not carried her back to the wall, she feared things may have escalated further. In her head and out there. She couldn't even thank her friend, unable to focus on anything else but the traumatic gifts of her first death.

But then she heard Chrys screaming from nearby and her curiosity overpowered her fears and concerns. She peeked and saw him pleading for his life. Sweating profusely, Kamala gulped and urged her feet to go to him, healing her friend and using the illusory flora of nature's mending spirit to deliver him closer toward a ballista. From there, he could still serve his purpose. Perhaps even better than she ever could.

❰ Gift of Nature ❱

Trembling in fear, she held herself close, turning to face the battlefield. The machine was close. Their end was nigh. She stole another glimpse of her friends and wondered if she was meant to die yet again. Will the swarm take her once more? Reunite her with the Mother? Her eyes began to water as she just stood there, frozen as easy prey.

Rolls

Movement: D7 -> D6 (Heal/Reposition/Regeneration)

Heal (AoE) to self @Chrys & whoever else at D6 wants it
1d20 (10) + 20 + 15 + 20 = 22 (Total divided by 3)
+22 HP to 3 targets
Mend | Kamala Graham | 1341C4
Roll Result
1d20 (6) = 6
Actual HP Total = +24 HP to 3 targets (71 Total divided by 3)

[reposition]@Chrys from D6 to D7[/reposition]

Roll Result
1d10 (6) = 6
Regen

Play Sheet Link

 

[Fina Drago]

117 / 160

-60 HP from Captain Bomb (Protect negated)
New cycle
-15 HP from Eruption
-30 HP from Burning (Moving through B4 & A4)
+75 Buff from Harmonic magic (Power buff by @Cain Darlite)
Gain Protected (Ultra protect by @Moonsong)
Gain Protect Aura (@Moonsong)
Gain Vulnerable
+63 HP from Power Heal (@Ilusa Nakhalee)
+50 HP from Stable Heal (@Rael)

As epic and/or awesome DEAD.naught's transformation must have been, Fina, unfortunately, did not witness any of it. After she was done with the Overseer, all she managed to do was look toward the pylon that suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree adorned exclusively with the world's brightest magitech flashlights. Her body was already set on fire multiple times throughout this entire fight. Now the same happened, only even more intense. The explosion engulfed her whole, and there was absolutely nothing she could do. Not even ashes would rema- actually, she emerged alive! Smoldering black like a piece of coal, but very much alive and very angry.

It was then that she spotted their newly upgraded opponent. "What the fu-" Pushing through the pain, she started slowly approaching. The tank was now talking, doing acrobatic tricks, generally being more deadly, and... trying to meme about the whole situation? "What happened... no, wait, I think I preferred it when the mood was all gloomy and dreadful over this..." How could she even take this seriously? It was almost as if the boss had already won, and now it was just mocking them all!

Gritting her teeth, she started marching and eventually ran toward the golden tank. She had but one goal in mind - to smack it as hard as she possibly could! Even as she became a literal human torch as she walked through the sea of energized flames, she didn't care. She was exhausted beyond belief and felt like she could collapse at any moment, but she was far literally too angry to collapse or die until this was done!

She didn't even fully realize that the harmonic melody permeating the battlefield filled her with more strength that her body could muster up alone. No, her tunnel vision was already fixated. The moment she was in range, numerous spears manifested all around her and started showering the enemy, trying to hit all of the weak points in its broken armor.

Rolls

Movement: C3 → B4 → A4 (Action)

Save
1d100 (9) + 20 = 29
Will | Fina Drago | 1341C4

Burst Attack
18d20 exploding (20 + 3 + 10 + 11 + 15 + 11 + 7 + 8 + 3 + 18 + 6 + 14 + 16 + 1 + 4 + 18 + 16 + 2 + 10) + 50 + 75 = 318
318 damage (Explosions: 1)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Pierce Weapons | Fina Drago | 1341C4

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 6,936/20,000
Play Sheet Link

 

[Raid Boss]

Location: A4
Vulnerable

Weary with the weight of the world on his sword, Levi bit his lip, silently bemoaning the fact that no matter how many swords they threw at the Camp Crusher, it shrugged off all of their efforts and unwaveringly marched toward its one destination. In a way, it was kind of admirable, and the man absolutely detested that he felt that way toward an enemy wiping out his allies.

After closing his eyes to take a deep breath, it was a new world when he reopened the ruby pairs to glance upon the newfound form that the DEAD.naught had taken. A player? Assimilation? Levi winced, not at the cringey quips, but at the fact that they had run out of time.

With the blade reflecting a brief glance from a certain slimy Treasure Hunter (@Chrys), who aimed the ballista at him briefly, Levi narrowed his eyes and lifted his chin as if to challenge the unknown gawker. How Levi was able to feel the gaze from such a distance is perhaps one of the seven wonders of the world, one could say that his sense of justice always seems to alert him to shady characters.

Drawing his blade once more, Levi assumed his stance and called on the Godswords. In an instant, he cut through the burning heat with sheer willpower to position himself at the enemy’s rear where he made a sharp trust, directing the four swords toward the Camp Crusher with explosive force. However, a certain Lepus' ears were in the way.

EMBER EDI-- AH HEY! WATCH OUT!

The redhead shouted at @Toko to duck. Whether or not she ducked, four of his eight swords would have zipped past… or through her and skewered the assimilated Quinn’s exposed plating. The rest of the sword, however, remained by Toko’s side, floating around her as if protecting her from their owner’s near misfire.

Apologies! I was perhaps too eager to lay an ally to rest. Are you alright?

Levi asked the Lepus.

A conversation might have been had; however, another eruption of heat separated the two.

Seeing the direction the battle was heading in and the heat running a lot hotter than before, he had to do something drastic to give the defenders one leg up on the machine that was about to enrage.

I have one shot at getting this right. Please put your trust in me. If anyone is able, provide me with some cover.

Levi called out to everyone within earshot as he thrust his sword into the ground and wrapped his hands around the pommel. The swordmaster then closed his eyes as if to tune out the sound of battle, after which, he began to channel all of his remaining energy into his holy weapon. Where his blade was connecting him to the earth, new swords began to manifest with their tip plunged into the ground.

Even if he were attacked, Levi would remain stalwart, taking everything thrown at him. After all, he was the Shield of Astorea, and shields do not run from death.

It was their last shot to take the titan down, and in order to win big, one has to discard safety.

Rolls

ULTRA COUNTER - EMBER EDICT
1d100 (85) + 25 + 25 + 75 + 50 = 260
260 damage
Counter successful! 75 damage added. Take 25 less damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Swordmaster | Levi Pendragon | 1341C4
-25 Damage Taken for @Toko

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 6676/20000

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

⋇⊶⊰✦⊱⊷⋇

140 / 160

Protect Aura activated by @Chrys
+24 HP from @Kamala Graham's Heal
-30 HP from Burning (B5 & A4)
-15 HP from Eruption (A4)
Super Vulnerable

Ayna was already staring back out into the battlefield, prepping herself up for her final gambit with a devilish grin, when she heard Chrys crying like a baby somewhere below. She tried to ignore him, but when Kamala surprisingly went on ahead to his rescue, Ayna had no choice but to follow with a tch and a scowl. At least she also got healed and protected. Unlike the cowardly Chrys, she declined Kamala's chucking of her back to safety.

"Not me, sweetie! Mommy's got unfinished business with big ol' metal head over there. You should run for the hills, find safety, all right? I'll see you once this is all over! Astra Alpha!"

Without even waiting for Kamala's reply, Ayna charged straight into the transformed DEAD.naught, her polearm's blade leading her charge. As the sharp steel parted the wind and every space in her path, she let the lightning within and all around her meld together, surrounding her body and essentially becoming one with the very element itself. To any and most observers, she was just a streak of lightning, blasted at their remaining aggressor. A blur of her playful smirk would appear every now and then in flashes of, well, lightning, however, as Ayna flipped and pirouetted and moonsaulted and twirled her way around the DEAD.naught, piercing and shocking its metallic hull with all her might through an otherwise devastating combo chain, all while the following music played in her head...

Spoiler: Theme

❰ Shifting Light ❱

Not a bad first death, if she said so herself.

Rolls

Movement: D7 -> D6 -> C6 -> B5 -> A4 (Burst Attack > Twice > Burst Attack)

Burst Attack
15d20 exploding (19 + 10 + 3 + 20 + 5 + 9 + 10 + 7 + 7 + 2 + 8 + 11 + 17 + 20 + 8 + 2 + 16) + 25 = 199
199 damage (Explosions: 2)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1341C4
Roll Result
2d20 (16 + 14) = 30
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1341C4 | Playtest Burst
Roll Result
2d20 (17 + 15) = 32
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1341c4 | two twenties
199+30+32+50 = 311 total damage

Twice Activated (extra action granted) | Ayna Nietzsche | 1341C4

Burst Attack
15d20 exploding (17 + 10 + 7 + 8 + 7 + 7 + 18 + 3 + 11 + 15 + 14 + 5 + 14 + 19 + 13) + 25 = 193
193 damage (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1341C4
Roll Result
2d20 (6 + 20) = 26
Dynamism | Ayna Nietzsche | 1341C4 | Playtest Burst
193+26+50 = 269 total damage

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 6096/20000
Play Sheet Link

 

[Raid Boss]

Location: A4 (Astor and Levi) A3 (Haito)
All vulnerable

As much as the king wanted to check in on his felis companion, the dangerous battlefield did not afford them so much as a second to talk and checkup. When Astor saw the Camp Crusher snatch Quinn's head and assimilated him into an abominable man-machine, it was his cue to get into position and do some work for once, despite how fresh his injuries still felt.

Seeing @Ilusa Nakhalee on the other side of the fire burst, he shouted at her to go forward and heal the frontliners, who were struggling to hold the enemy back.

Ilusa, we have to keep the frontline's health up. Handle it for me while I empower them. Don't get hurt, okay? We have a lot to talk about still.

---

After the exchange with Ilusa, the blonde lowered his hands to his side and ignited his palm, which was now facing behind him. The resulting blast propelled him through the shouldering heat until he found his landing near Levi, who still had his eyes closed amid his combat preparation.

Huh, are my ears deceiving me, or is that a distinguished guest, I hear?

How was your vacation, Your Majesty? I was informed that you were blessed by the attention of many-a Sunclaw beauties amid your sabbatical while the rest of us dirty peasants were toiling in the fields.

Levi's tone was respectful, but his words were laced with venom.

I don't remember asking you to sow the fields with the corpse of our citizens, Lord Commander. Behold, one of them even sprouted. The fruit of your labor, I reckon?

In any case, why don't you focus on serving Astorea as its shield and not its mouth?

Astor sniped back, unfazed by Levi's comments.

Anyone nearby would have seen the massive vein pulsing on the Knight Commander's head, threading to blow up at a moment's notice.

Before any more quarrel erupted between the two, the battle progressed as many of the scattered allies pushed toward the Camp Crusher's rear to push a combined attack.

Astor looked through the ranks of the frontline picking out the best investments for his Command. Once he had decided on his targets, Astor grabbed a random NPC who was fondling the air and asked him to identify the king's betting horses. After which, the blonde's red eyes turned into a glowing majestic gold as he decreed his command.

@Toko, @Ueno Mizuki, @Aroda, I bestow upon you the King's Blessing, may your attack finds your target true and seize victory!

Once his eyes returned to normal, Astor dodged a wurm-chunk that nearly hit him, putting him back to back with Levi.

Levi, how much longer do you need?

Going as fast as I can, Astor. But even if I manage to summon enough for each person, they are going to struggle to trudge through all that fire. You need to help me.

I have an idea, but it's going to put me in mind-down immediately afterward. Can you drop to the ground right after I do? Maybe your armored corpse can serve Astorea one last time.

Levi wanted to say something but decided to let that fish go as he resumed his own task and let Astor prepare his spell.

Silence returned as Astor focused on summoning a spell circle beneath him the size of which Levi had never seen before, the redhead wondered what had happened to Meriam. He had worked with the faerin before and was aware of her pushing toward the third death.

Just as he was completely alone in his mind with nothing to focus on but the worst fears, anxiety overwhelmed him.

---

Haito, the young caenis boy who was almost the twin image of Haira, except a lot smaller, was on Tubby, the Bloodwurm with Team Ego when it burst out of the ground and proceeded to be demolished by the transformed DEAD.naught. After that sequence, he was scrambling around on the scorching battlefield, dodging attacks left and right in a rush to move out of danger while following his second savior, @Magi Heart around.

When Astor joined the fray with the cat lady he had heard about before, but without Sakkarin or Haira in tow, the worst fears befell the boy, kicking him into overdrive. Was he going to lose Magi the same way he had lost Jester, his sister, and his mentor? There was no way he was going to let that happen, especially someone who had not only saved him once but continued looking out for him. How could he not be attached?

"I-I'm gonna stay with you, sis!" the boy shouted at Magi. "I ain't gonna let you die. I-I'm gonna protect someone else this time! AAAGH something something guardian protect this sister!"

After making such a bold claim, he clung onto Magi's side and began glowing, conferring the power of spiritual protection onto Magi, but at the cost of making himself vulnerable, since he was nowhere near proficient with the protective magic he was channeling. Stupid boy.

Rolls

(Astor) Power Buff - Ruler's Command
2d100 + 50 / 3 = 72
@Toko @Ueno Mizuki @Aroda gains: +72 to attack actions for 1 turn when they attack the MEME.naught
Gain the Vulnerable state
Ruler | Astor Balthas | 1341C2

(Haito) Protect
No damage
@Magi Heart is Protected.
Gain the Vulnerable state

 

[Vina Skysong]

117 / 145

0/25

-30 HP from RKO Lightning
-10 HP from Raining Wurm
+33 HP from Power Heal (self)
Protected by @Cleo Looker (negated by Vulnerable)
+10 Buff from Coordinate (@Bradwynne)

The battle had already been a mess, but now several developments occurred which caught Vina completely by surprise. First a spirit gate opened to spit out Travelers, then a giant wormlike creature erupted from the ground to lash onto the DEAD.naught, with several people riding it, including Vina's dear friend Cleo.

She didn't have much time to stand there and gape, however, because the third and most shocking of developments followed behind that. The DEAD.naught, already a seemingly unstoppable juggernaut closing in on the camp, took one of the very few Travelers who'd fallen in this fight and... incorporated him?

This time Vina was forced out of her utter confusion by lightning raining down on her, the vixen letting out a yelp as her fur stood on end and burn wounds formed ugly marks across her skin where electricity danced amidst the rising fog.

OW! Stop it!

Utilising her own mastery of wind and lightning she pushed the electrified steamcloud away, in time to see @Cleo Looker approach her position. Vina did her best to offer the beautiful lancer a smile, although circumstances made it difficult.

Hey there~! As you can see, we're in a bit of a bind, so I'm really glad to see you!

Further conversation would have to wait, however. It was clear that Cleo had also suffered from the lightning storm that had erupted just now, along with everyone else in the vicinity. Seeing @Kyra Vashtana about to fall down after doing her best to heal others Vina tossed her flute into her inventory even as she dashed forward to support her fellow vulpis.

Hang in there!

As long as they were this close to the... MEME.naught... any healing Vina did would most likely be nullified by the havoc the massive mechanical menace was wreaking. Focusing on the winds that swirled around her she applied her inner rhythm to it, causing a song to play despite Vina holding no instrument and speaking no words. With the song the winds grew stronger, strong enough that they wrapped around Vina, Kyra, and Cleo, carrying the three of them further away from the MEME.naught where Vina could heal their wounds in relative peace.

❰ Mending Melody ❱

Rolls

Movement: B4 (Power Heal, Reposition) → C4
Save
1d100 (48) + 35 = 83
Reflex | Vina Skysong | 1341C4

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Roll Result
4d20 (11 + 9 + 6 + 6) + 25 + 15 + 15 + 10 = 33 (Total divided by 3)
+33 HP to 3 targets (@Cleo Looker, @Kyra Vashtana, @Vina Skysong) (Explosions: 0)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Harmonic Magic | Vina Skysong | 1341C4

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Regeneration
1d8 (8) = 8
+8 HP to 1 target (@Kyra Vashtana)
Mend | Vina Skysong | 1341C4

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Reposition @Cleo Looker from B4 to C4
Reposition @Kyra Vashtana from B4 to C4
Reposition @Vina Skysong from B4 to C4

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[Cleo Looker]

149 / 180

Vulnerable
-60 HP from Lightning RKO
+55 HP from Kyra
+33 HP from Vina

Seeing @Vina Skysong at the battlefield was definitely a shock, but she really had other things to worry about now, so there wasn't much more she could say to her friend other than give her a nod and a quick look up and down to assess her current health and safety.

Good to see you too. Just try to keep your head down and I'll make sure you make it out of this in one piece.

Winds wrapped around her and begin to carry her, cast by Vina she was certain, but Cleo continued to focus, feeling her wounds being closed by a stranger, she decided to extend some kindness back. Around Mizuki, Vina and Kyra, multi-layered rings of spears began to rotate, moving to intercept projectiles and debris and attack at targets, whilst she conjured another smaller barrage to toss at the giant robot.

Rolls

Movement: B4 →(Repositioned) C4 (Ultra Protect)

Save
1d100 (81) + 90 = 171
Reflex | Cleo Looker | 1341C4

Ultra Protect
1d100 (89) + 25 + 25 + 25 = 164
164 damage
Give @Kyra Vashtana @Ueno Mizuki @Vina Skysong the Protected state.
Gain the Vulnerable state
Arcanamancy | Cleo Looker | 1341C4 | Extension

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 5932/20000
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[MAI]

112 / 160

30/100

-67 HP from Blown Fuse (Damage halved by Protect)
+24 HP from Power Heal (Self)
Gained Vulnerable

As Meriam slipped out of MAI's grasp, the Magia tried to desperately dash forward and re-protect the small faerin. She was not fast enough... she could only hide herself behind the mechanical wings when the blast engulfed them all. She had no idea what happened to the faerin, or even anyone else who was in the blast radius. But judging by the numbed pain she felt all over, she figured that she must have still been in one piece... or not.

As sight returned to her, she realized that her body was pretty badly damaged. With her clothes tattered, shredded synthetic skin was revealed. Gashes opening holes through which still working machinery poked, fully showcasing her Magia nature. Instead of blood, a black oil-like liquid stained the edges of damaged skin and her clothes. One of her arms was barely holding on by a few wires, and her left leg had several large cracks, forcing her to hobble as she moved.

It was beyond strange to have such extensive damage done to her body, yet still be able to move and tolerate the pain that it caused. There were also other problems that she had to worry about. Namely... what happened to everyone? She barely paid any attention to the golden tank in the distance, dragging her broken body across the wall until she spotted a few individuals retreating.

In an amusing twist of fate, the damage that was done to the wall exposed a path that she could safely take to get to the bottom of it, all the while her small drones flew out and started tending to the wounds of those that were nearby. She didn't know any of them. But if she were to help anymore, she also had to start repairing herself, or else she wouldn't be able to even move soon.

Rolls

Movement: C7 → B7 → A6 (Action)

Power Heal (AoE)
4d20 (14 + 18 + 18 + 13) + 10 + 0 = 73 (Total divided by 3)
+24 HP to 3 targets (Self + @Cain Darlite & @Hyakin Heliodoros)
Gain the Vulnerable state
Magitech | MAI | 1341C4

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 5,932/20,000
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[Glamora Dark]

44 / 100

"From the sky now...? 2: Electric Boogaloo"
-15HP Eruption
-40HP Astorea's Ass
+10HP from Healing Self
Twice is gone.

Being a novice in combat (how could anyone have the training required for anything at all that had just happened?) and being far too focused on chanting her overspell lead to Glamdark getting careless. She was typically careless, but now she was really pushing her luck. She couldn't help it; she'd just seen a decapitated head get eaten like a Super Mario mushroom with the same resulting effect of a power up.

"Wha..."

And so, Glamdark was stunned. Then, she was laid out by a flying Hanno. It hurt like hell, but when Glamdark looked down her own smarts were the least of her worries. ( @Hanno Futaba )

"Hey! Woah woah woah! Where you are going?! WAAAAAAIT!"

But Hanno was gone before Glamdark could finish her chant, lost to the fog of war.

"GOD DAMNIT! I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ALL POWERFUL SO WHY AM I STRUGGLING SO MUCH!"

Such was the plight of the weak in the face of the times. ( @Nyancy )

"Nyancy I'm reaching the end of my rope here, I don't know what it is you're trying to prove, but prove it quick, a tombstone's only so solemn to cover up how stupid people look when they die."

Rolls

Movement: C2 → C2 (Heal)

*

[H3]Plutopia — Today at 2:21 PM[/H3]
Takin da 20 # Divine Magic | Heal | Glamdark | 1341C4 +10hp @Nyancy & @Glamdark

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[Ueno Mizuki]

149 / 180

0/25

-60 HP from RKO Lightning (Base 30, x2 by C3 Vulnerable)
-20 HP from Raining Worm (Base 10, x2 by C3 Vulnerable)
-15 HP from Scorched
-15 HP from Eruption
+27 HP from Power Heal (@Ronja Bubblyfoot)
+45 HP from Power Heal (@Bradwynne)
Protected by @Cleo Looker (Negated by Vulnerable)
+50 Damage Buff from Positioning
+75 Damage Buff from Ruler's Command (@Raid Boss)

Spoiler: Mood

Lightning danced across Mizuki's fur as the big mecha she'd just torn into contorted and reshaped itself, stealing Quinn's personality while adjusting itself to continue the fight. Keeping her stance low the luna wolf growled as the mecha talked about things she didn't care about.

Right now, however, all she felt was the urge to attack.

Slamming her clawed hands against the ground Mizuki narrowed her eyes, her packmates mimicking her bloodlust as they all looked ready to pounce, fur bristling and fangs bared. The only thing that held them back was that Mizuki hadn't taken the lead yet.

As arcane spears formed around her and she heard Astor's voice through all the chaos, Mizuki knew she'd waited long enough.

ARRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Letting loose a primal howl together with her packmates, Mizuki shot forward like an arrow from a bow, her claws digging up the devastated soil as flames licked at her arms and legs, spears trailing behind her as she rapidly ascended the elevated ground. Her wolves charged alongside her, the flames only causing their fury to spike.

As she ran past other combatants they'd feel Mizuki's overflowing bloodlust through her Primal Aura, the desire to rip and tear, the need to hunt.

Faster.

Faster.

Closing in on her prey her packmates split off, each targeting one of the MEME.naught's legs. Fangs which would normally break upon encountering metal instead punctured it like paper, the frenzied wolves trying to cripple the prey while their alpha went for the throat. With one leap she dug her claws into one of those mechanical legs, using the machine's oversized body as a stepping stone to leap higher and higher. Once she reached the top she leapt once more, strong legs propelling her high into the air right above her prey.

Reaching out with both hands her fingers extended, turning into large, sanguine vines that wrapped themselves around various parts of the machine. Her upwards momentum was abruptly halted, the luna wolf hovering mid-air for a moment before she snarled and pulled herself in by the vines, sending out another message through her Primal Aura.

KILL​

Mizuki tore right through the MEME.naught's body, drilling a hole from top to bottom with fang and claw as she descended upon her prey like a meteor.

❰ Primal Fang ❱

Rolls

Movement: B4 → A4 (Critical Attack)
Save
1d100 (29) + 45 = 74
Reflex | Ueno Mizuki | 1341C4

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Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (72, 87) + 25 + 20 + 25 + 50 + 75 = 846 (Crit!)
846 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Metamorph | Ueno Mizuki | 1341C4

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 5086/20000
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[Tetsunosuke]

20 / 160

Location: E7
-60 from Lightning RKO
-15 from starting from burning tile
-15 from passing burning tile

Fortunately for Tetsunosuke, that tiny assistant that was summoned by that kindly person (@Rael) came over again and then helped him finish the traps. As he then heard that assistant's quip though, Tetsunosuke sighed and then said, "From working with someone that might blow you up to working on something that might blow you up, must be a hard time there, eh?" He then activated his jetpack and zoomed towards the mech, and then returned with a bottle of soda. "Here, a token of appreciation for your summoner." He then handed the bottle to the assistant before proceeding on working on the land mines.

The mines then set, he then waited for the enemy to come to this area. But what he saw next horrified and angered him greatly. That robot might have completed its upgrades and was about to move towards his area, but he then saw, connected with some wires, a head of a human. It had seemed to come from that person who had died in an area far off recently. And now that robot was approaching his area at a high speed and a massive attack, and Tetsunosuke did not have the time to think about what was he going to do. But his anger at using the head of his compatriot as a trophy only made him think of a singular thing to do to that robot.

Speaking of which, that robot had now hit the ground, detonating every mine that he had set, creating massive shockwaves and explosions around the area. When everything had subsided, Tetsunosuke, still leaking bodily fluids due to the attack, hurriedly moved towards his mech and swiftly transformed it into its Tetsujin form. Facing the other robot, the Tetsujin drew its sword, and then, a voice, sonorous and filled with anger, then emanated from it. "For some race to be seemingly advanced in technology, you seem to be really barbaric and bigoted in your ways. I, the Sengoku-class Tetsujin 'Takeda Shingen', Defender of Terrasphere, will exact judgment upon you for invading and massacring the inhabitants of Vintergard and the previous Camp Hopes!" The blade then glowed blue, and then with a flash, its opponent then was met with a glowing slash on its body. The blade's wielder then vanished, but was then spotted again really far off from the area of battle. But from the point of view of other people, it just cycled around the other robot, picked up another person who had really opened herself for retaliation, and zoomed away towards that direction.

The main attack had to wait for another minute.

Rolls

Movement: A4 (attack) → B5 → C6 → D7 → E7
Carry: @Lady N Movement: A4 → B5 → C6 → D7 → E7

Normal Attack
1d100 (66) + 15 + 5 + 25 + 50 = 161
161 damage
Magitech | Tetsunosuke | 1341C4

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 4845/20000
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[Seigi Ling Ling]

41 / 220

vulnerable
10x2 dmg tubby
30x2 dmg lightning
15x2 dmg burned move
15x2 dmg burned end
+39 HP heal Illusa
+45 HP heal Brad
Immortal still useable

Lightning flashed, the ground burned, and the earth continued to rumble. And among all of that, pure mockery and memery combined. Seigi had seen the green-haired dude only at times, her and there. Another death, another UI locked. She hated how slowly, but surely, the feeling of loss and the accompanying despair became more and more numb.

"Krgghh..." Yet, all they could do was continue moving forward. Quinn, as his name was, could still be revived, couldn't he? They just had to get his head away from the now-transformer! Somewhere in-between the battlefield, she could hear @Cain Darlite song, as the aura of his voice slowly embraced her. Yeah, it was always the same, wasn't it? Suffer defeat, don't lose hope, get stronger, repeat. A-

"AAAAHHHH!!!" Seigi yelled out in annoyance. All this introspection belonged into the very same cycle, too! Thoughts she had thought of before, resolutions she had already put her mind onto. What was the point of stating the same pattern over and over again?!

"Magi!" She instead called out, seeing the clingy wolf boy @Raid Boss quite attached to her best friend @Magi Heart who was pointing at all the people. Clearly, she was telling the little guy how heroic they all were and stuff.

She does not, you stupid imbecile!
Shut up! I'm totally getting on a roll right now and don't need your edgy-

"MAKE SURE THE LITTLE ONE SURVIVES IN BODY, FLESH, AND SOUL, OR WE WILL END YOU, WENDEL!" For a moment, Seigi's aura completely darkened as even her voice became distorted. A flicker, which disappeared as quickly as it came.

"My goodness, that..." Seigi seemed to struggle as her body tensed up, delivering a punch to her very own face. "GET OUT!" A second punch. "This... never happened before! Don't you dare do THAT again. This is MY body..." And they were in the middle of a death match, too! She'd worry later.

Shaking her head to get rid of whatever weird feeling was on her right now, she gave @Ilusa Nakhalee a thumbs up and "Thank you!", her golden magic closing up some of the wounds that inflicted her beaten-up body.

"Enough is enough... FOR TUBBY" She murmured, finally sprinting forward toward Mecha-Quinn, using @Ueno Mizuki vines to jump up to be face-to-face with the Quinn-head and give him a big slap on his face. "Snap out of it and STOP taking over other people's bodies, it's just not cool!"

Yeah, no special move for now.

Rolls

Movement: B4 → A4 (Action)
Save
1d100 (87) + 20 + 10 = 117
Reflex | Seigi Ling Ling | Tubby Save | 1341C4

Critical Attack
2d100 (Advantage) (72, 37) + 25 + 25 + 25 + 40 + 50 + 75 = 312
312 damage
Gain the Vulnerable state
Martial Arts | Seigi Ling Ling | 1341C4

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 4533/20000
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[Hyakin Heliodoros]

25 / 210

IMMORTAL activated
+25HP @MAI

The machine screeched and then – arms, like probes, like slap-stick made arms of guns and barrels, picked a – it was a corpse of Player. Ouch, that must have hurt as they died.

"What the fuck." His eyes widened as the thing decapitated the Player's corpse. Usually, he was pretty good at saying in-character, but that made hum curse. The headless body crumpled like a marionette, limbs sprawling and breaking even more, blood pooling simply because it was cut open.. And the head, dripping with blood was consumed. "What the fuck." Hyakin repeated, feeling a little faint.

The gore in this game was truly on another level.

A scream of despair made him look back at Lady Moonsong. The devastation n her face was heart-stopping. Even if he did not understand just why she acted like that. As if her beloved was killed.

Furious winds hurled at everyone and the huge machine, with screech of metal that must be hell on sensitive ears, started to change.

Rain came down, trying to douse the flames and failing.

And Hyakin watched, almost spellbound and yet still braced. It looked like smaller tank.. With many legs and even more weapons and sort of humanoid but not really look.

Then the machine spoke.

Bright, cheery, humanoid. And completely insane.

"What the…" Hyakin stared, his eyes widening as lightning spread, hitting him and shit that hurt. "Fuck!"

And then it spoke again.

It felt weird, there was a feeling of dissonance, as if that small machine should not speak like that and act like that. And he noticed how with each sentence the despair and heartbreak marred Lady Moonsong's face.

He faced the machine and tried to understand what it was speaking-

A blur of movement.
Screech of metal.
Sound of bones snapping.

PAINPAIN
PAIN
PAIN

Crash and more

PAINPAINPAIN
PAINPAIN
PAIN


His whole world was pain.
Metal was crushing his leg.
His lungs were on fire.
He could not breathe-!

He looked down – the caved-in shield was literally caved into his armour. The metal encased him like a grave.

Wetness- blood was pooling inside his armour.
Sparks of pain spread each time he tried to move his body.
Something was flickering in the corner of his eye. He paid it no attention.

"Haa-khh!" He took in a breath.

Pain flared.
His vision swam.

Through the pain (which was already reduced, those on normal pain were insane), he clawed himself out of the indent in the wall. Each breath hurt, blood dripped. He took a step, his body and armour groaning. He took another step. Vision blurry he kept going, gripping the heavily damaged shield and… He tore it out of his armour. The crumpled metal was useless; he could not use it to deal best damage.

Then he remembered.

Mounted defense.

Hyakin changed course and went back, stumbling and panting, in pain, reaching the ballista. As he went there, somehow, the pain lessened. He did not notice the health he got back.

He grunted and positioned himself behind it. And then, he pressed the mechanism, attacking the machine.

But his vision was blurry and his hand slippery from the blood – he could not see how well he did it…

Rolls

Movement: A6 -> A7 (Ballista A7)
Heavy Attack 1d100 (18) + 25 + 25 + 20 = 88 -15+75 Buff = 73
148 damage You cannot move this cycle
Basic Ballista | Hyakin Heliodoros | 1341C4 | Balista 7A

MEME.naught
▪ HP: 4385/20000

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[Bradwynne]

155 / 180

Location: B4
-10 hp from worldspawn falling from yellow to gray tile
-15 hp (x2) from entering Burning tile
+45 hp from self-heal
-15 hp (x2) from staying in Burning tile
Vulnerable

Bradwynne, after quite a long flight, then landed on the area near the giant turret. He might have screwed up his landing, and the heat of the ground was permeating through the soles of his boots, but at least he was here to provide assistance to those who were gravely wounded in the area. He then made himself ready for the task at hand.

Fortunately this area seemed to have a lot of healers working so that those who were attacking could focus more on their attacks, and so everyone could either focus on the most wounded amongst them, or spread out the healing across everyone. And so, as one magia who was nearby (@Ronja Bubblyfoot) started to heal up everyone she could manage in her wide scope of things, he then focused on healing the others with his "companion", leaving the other healer (@Vina Skysong) to cover up whoever he could not heal.

Rolls

Movement: D6 → C5 (eating the damage) → B4 (Action)

Coordinate target of @Ronja Bubblyfoot - +10 on Power Heal roll
Coordinate with @Vina Skysong - +10 on Power Heal roll

Roll Result
4d20 (14 + 9 + 18 + 12) = 53
53 + 25 + 20 + 15 + 10 + 10 = 133 / 3 = 45 heal per person (@Bradwynne @Seigi Ling Ling @Ueno Mizuki)
Divine Magic | Bradwynne | Coordinate target of Ronja Bubblyfoot | Coordinate with Vina Skysong | 1341C3

DEAD.naught
▪ HP: 4385/20000
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