![]() On the other hand, her Dragonblood state emphasizes her draconic nature in the form of destructive power unlike the speed of her Hexeblood state. ![]() ![]() That’s why we wanted to provide a more agile combat style with her Awakening in sharp contrast with her Succession. When Drakania was released, we saw some feedback that while her concept was good, her slower speed was disappointing. In her Hexeblood state, she wields two smaller spears to unleash a barrage of quick and agile attacks. She can switch back and forth between both, and her combat style will differ depending on her state. We chose this type of weapon as we felt that it would be the best match for her concept and story, giving Adventurer’s feeling of wielding a “dragon’s might.” Her combat style is largely divided into two styles, Hexeblood and Dragonblood. □ Our combat direction for Awakening Drakania was developed around her wielding two spears. The lost paradise of the dragons awaits." The moment of flight that had flashed countless times in my mind.Ī burning thirst, ignited by the winds of freedom in the dazzling sky. I stood at the cliff’s precipice with wings spread wide. ![]() With the whispers of the being, black-winged like us, less one eye, still echoing in my head, With the power of erasure, usher in the ruination of the golden mountain." "Proclaim defiantly, to the incarnation of Labreska, that a new era has dawned. The winds whirl against my skin, beckoning me beneath the blinding light.įrustration, despair, and the faint allure of paradise tickle my nose. They slowly unfurl, as I gaze readily toward the edge. Through your eyes shall I witness the golden mount's ruin.” Was it her defiance that only added to our anger? will live on eternally."Īs the witch lay lifeless, seemingly mocking us with her grin. In my mouth, I held her still-beating heart. The witch’s laughter reignited the hunger within them.Įveryone sought to sate their thirst for vengeance.īut when I came to my senses, I saw us reflected in her empty eyes. It’s been sweetened with the hatred of countless, fallen Dragons." Her hoarse voice pealed mirthfully at some unknown joy. Which could wash away even the fear of the one you claim a tyrant?" "Tell me, how many dragon hearts have been pierced by the power of erasure, "I am the seventh witch of Eternal Winter, Erethea." Things I’ve never seen, heard, or experienced, but somehow, I was present in them all. It was the blood of my dead kin, interwoven with their resentment, their hatred, their tears Įtched in this torrent of blood were the final memories of my kind. The air was thick with the stench of blood that flowed from her jaws, torn to the ear. Someone was waiting there, with arms outstretched. The aperture dilated, growing brighter as the barrier crumbled away. Like the pupil of an eye, in the barrier that marked this bitter path’s end. With my death, I will usher in the ruination of the golden mountain."Ī shriek rang out, and a brilliant ray of light, puncturing a small hole, Until a voice, steeped in malevolence, called out from that bitter path’s end: Whenever such thoughts came to me, they echoed in a voice not my own,įettered wings are nothing more than a blight upon one’s back.įor so long, Dragons were pinned beneath the tyrant’s claw, Soaring triumphantly into the sky, a reminder I yet lived, however.įor that brutal tyrant still reigns the skies." On this path bereft of color and life, I often wished to hurl myself off its edge, Gathering bones upon bones of my fallen kin. I walked, and I walked, along an endless cliffside path, Only then will the long-lost paradise of dragons return."Ī place so unattainable, it may as well not have existed. How much of its overflowing power can a mere mortal bear?Īnd that flame which fuels it must be extinguished.
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