Reminiscence: Suhsin the Inevitable
Soulfrayer
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Character Story
1The Idle Alleys
Of course, there are many such rumors. Some say Hsin the Moon Fox sends a fox envoy to roam the mortal world, and whenever it finds a lantern inscribed with some especially delightful wish, it simply snatches it up and carries it back to the Sanctum to be savored at leisure. Others swear with utter certainty that the Sentinel delights most in teasing lovesick fools and pining maidens, singling out lanterns inscribed with wishes for marriage and forcing the hopeful to endure trials more torturous and fantastical than any storybook romance, until their love is tested true as gold and worthy of its happy ending.
Later, a certain storyteller found the legends of the Moon Fox not nearly strange enough. He added his own embellishment, claiming that once, a reckless soul dared chase the Moon Fox across three streets and alleys, only to come upon a woman in red atop a rooftop, cradling a Moon Lantern, laughing in a way that chilled the bones: "You have seen my secret. Are you ready to pay the price?"
The tale became a sensation, soon spawning several sequels, each in a wildly different style. After a while, no one cared whether any of it was true. But every story has its origin. And as it happened, right beside the storyteller's stall sat an old sugar painting vendor who, rumor had it, had lived the story himself. Whenever anyone asked, the old man would only wave his hand and smile.
It got twisted," he'd say. "Somewhere along the way, it all got twisted."
That year, a sudden downpour broke over the
Then, from the shadows, a small fox appeared, its fur white as fresh snow. It seized the drenched lantern in its jaws and bolted.
Where the boy found the courage, he could not say, but he chased that fox through the rain, down nearly the whole length of the street, until at last it stopped beneath the eaves of a house. Inside, his father stood, eyes red with worry, begging every passerby for news of his missing son.
By the time father and son embraced and turned to look, the fox was gone. Only the Moon Lantern remained, whole and untouched, resting upon the stone steps. It should have been ruined by the rain.
No one knew when it happened, but the lantern had somehow been lit.
"...So that's how it happened?"
The woman seated before the stall pressed her palms together in wonder. Clad in red, with hair black as ink, she was strikingly beautiful. At first glance, she looked to be a spirit stepped straight out of the mist in one of the old tales. Now she watched the shopkeeper with keen interest, chin propped on her hand.
"And that story, 'The Fox Who Bound Fate,' is that true as well?"
The shopkeeper looked at her smiling face and had the peculiar sense that she wasn't really asking for an answer. She simply enjoyed the asking. He shook his head and laughed.
"Ah... after all these years of retelling, who can still tell what's true and what's not?"
The onlooking listeners nodded in agreement, then fell into discussing the topic among themselves.
"Still, the eerie tales are the ones that stick. If it's just about helping some lost child find his way home, what's there to tell for a hundred years?"
"I don't agree. A story doesn't need monsters or tragic romance to be good. It just needs to be told well."
The shopkeeper let them bicker, casting a glance at the woman in red, clearly listening on with delight. He then lowered his head and returned to shaping the sugar painting in his hands.
Before long, he set a new sugar painting of a fox on the counter. Its tail was held high, its fur tipped with a touch of red, a tiny Moon Lantern clutched between its teeth.
At that moment, the storyteller next door struck his gavel-block and cleared his throat, taking up the tale where he'd left off. The listeners, who moments before had been shouting at each other, soon fell to sighing and cheering with every twist of the story. When that chapter ended, some still clamored for more, unwilling to let the night rest.
The storyteller pressed his fists together in a bow. His gaze fell on the woman in red, who had sat before the sugar painting stall the entire time.
"You've listened all evening, but you've said nothing. Strange tales, tragic romances, heroes of old... which kind do you favor most?"
The woman paused. To everyone's surprise, she considered the question seriously.
Night had fallen completely. The lanterns along the long street swayed, casting gold and crimson light into her eyes. From the food stalls came the clink of cups, the murmur of laughter. A child darted past, a sugar painting held high above the crowd.
"All of them," she said at last, chin resting on her hand, gaze drifting across the bustling street. "As long as the story comes from this place, I love it."
She paused, then added with a soft smile.
"So... please, do go on, storyteller."
"Well then, settle in, everyone. The next one's a doozy..."
The gavel-block struck again. The listeners fell quiet.
And so, a new story began.
2On Being Hsin
The shadow coiled in
Even now, Hsin returns to that moment, again and again. Perhaps Hsin the Moon Fox had long sensed the rot. Perhaps It had only glimpsed, among countless branching calculations, a hundred shades of dark possibility. But how far It truly saw, and what judgment It finally rendered, these are questions Hsin will never know the answer to.
Mortals call Sentinels gods, for they share knowledge and unveil what is hidden. Yet that reverence is, in the end, merely a difference in perspective across vast spans of time. Sentinels, too, will decline and fade, becoming whale falls that guide the current of those who follow, carrying them toward shores unknown. Hsin the Moon Fox understood well that civilization is a long river, its waters both clear and murky by turns. A Sentinel may guide its current, but cannot walk its length in place of all living things.
Hsin could only imagine that, until the very last breath of that moment, Hsin the Moon Fox was still choosing, still reaching, among infinite threads, for a future It could believe in.
Then, in that same instant, power, memory, and feeling were torn apart. Emptiness and terror swirled together, and through them, the little fox running with the
"Do not try to become me. Become yourself. Choose. Walk toward a future beyond all calculation."
But who, then, was "herself"?
Was She the Sentinel, Hsin the Moon Fox? Or an expedient measure, conjured to fulfill a duty in a moment of crisis? Or was She... simply Hsin?
The Civilization Capsule laid before Her the thousand years of Mengzhou's rise and fall. Prosperity. Collapse. Peace. War. All of it calculable. All of it traceable to a source. But it unspooled before Her like a scroll too long to hold. She had inherited the memories, but not the weight of having lived them. And yet the grief, the terror, the longing—they churned within Her, as vivid as open wounds, as inexplicable as the memories she had never earned.
If the Sentinel, the one mortals turned to for answers, had Itself grown lost, then where could She turn? If a Sentinel's judgment was meant to rest on reason and calculation alone, then why had Hsin the Moon Fox filled Her with feeling so abundant, so unwieldy, so utterly beyond the reach of logic?
A sharp, crystalline cry cut through the storm of Her thoughts.
The
"...Ow." The newly awakened Sentinel mumbled, Her fox ears drooping in guilty acknowledgment.
...The road ahead was long. Great swaths of Xuanfang Hold's structure still lay unfinished. The founding of a single
She raised Her hand and set the Ring Formation to continue its turning.
3The Vale Not Far
The roar of the Fortress and Gorges battlefield still rang in their ears. But before their eyes there was only silence, only emptiness, only the endless blank of nowhere at all. Frequencies threaded through one another like currents in a deep sea. Information unfolded in shapes they had no words for. Theories that had once required lifetimes to glimpse even a fragment of now stood legible in their minds, as though, having shed their earthly bodies, the Celestials had at last found a way to see the world as the Sentinel saw it.
And when the glow enveloping them receded, they discovered, to their astonishment, that they still wore the faces they had carried in life. Some remained frozen, breathless, unable to move. Others had already begun to study the strange new architecture of their own existence. One by one, in silence, they accepted what they had become. And then, like stars flickering to life in an empty sky, new calculations kindled across the space, each one a small light in the dark.
As Celestials, they no longer felt time pass. They no longer hungered, no longer tired. On the rare occasions when they withdrew from the Celestial Ring Formation, all that met their eyes was still the same endless, patient data.
Hsin, ever burdened by guilt, took the form of a fox and roamed the Sanctum's halls—guiding, jesting, distracting, never quite still. At one point, She passed by a certain chamber where several Celestials had gathered around a construct of data. They spoke in hushed tones, their voices thick with something that sounded like homesickness.
She drew closer and saw what they had made: jade-green outlines rose in mountain ranges, a ribbon of flowing light wound between them like a river, and scattered points of brilliant starlight settled among the peaks, like towns glowing in the distance.
The fox watched for a long moment, and then quietly withdrew.
When the Celestials returned to that same chamber not long after, they found the emptiness gone. Clouds rolled across distant mountains. A stream made its way down through the stones. Trees grew thick and green, their leaves catching light like water. Pavilions waited half-hidden in bamboo groves and drifting shadow. A wind moved through the eaves, carrying the cool, green smell of grass and damp earth—all of it, remarkably, resembling the homeland they remembered.
The Sentinel stood at the Inner Threshold, Her smile bright as a blade, Her hands spread with an air of courtly grace, though Her fox ears twitched with barely concealed pride. She looked at the stunned assembly before Her and spoke cheerfully.
"What, just because you've become Celestials, does that mean the mortal world is somehow lost to you?"
"...Don't just stand there gawking. Tell me, is there anything you dislike? Oh, and while you're at it, I've been trying to name this place. Any ideas? Nothing I come up with quite fits..."
Later, this landscape received its name—Mengxuan Vale. Hsin bound it to Xuanfang Hold's workings, thread by thread, node by node. When a node failed, leaves would wilt on the branches. When the modular parts' operations slowed, the stream's current would likewise grow sluggish. One day, a group of Celestials passed the stream and noticed a tree whose leaves had drooped on one side. They stopped at once.
"Sector
The Celestials vanished from where they stood, moments later returning from within the modular parts to find green already returning to the branches.
Hsin, watching with amusement nearby, propped her chin in her hand and said, "Tsk tsk. Mirroring the myriad mechanisms of Xuanfang across mountains and streams, are we? Reading disorder in the droop of a single leaf… Heh. In your old lives, you'd have called that 'dashboard maintenance,' wouldn't you?"
The Celestials exchanged glances, then shook their heads with quiet laughter, long since used to their Sentinel's jests.
And so the years flowed on here, in a different form. Outside the Simulacrum Nexus, Xuanfang continued turning. Inside the Vale, the mortal world was never truly far away.
4Where Spring Stayed
She held still for a breath or two, then sneezed, scattering the petal to the ground. The little fox shook her head and looked up at the blossoming boughs reaching out from behind the wall.
Years had passed since the
Hsin lingered beneath it for a long while before continuing down the lane. The people who had once resettled here from
Not far off, children chased a
The Xuanfang Hold first shown within the
Yet Hsin had always known that this City of Mechanisms, which defied the laws of civilization's evolution, which drew against a future not yet earned, should never have been allowed to remain in this world. Nor should the technology within it, so far beyond its age, ever be permitted to spread. Knowledge cannot be commanded unless it is truly understood. And if it spread, if it fell into the wrong hands, if it was misused—the very decisions meant to shelter civilization could instead become the seeds of endless disaster. That was why the
But the Xuanfang Hold before her now had, ever since the Court of Savantae took part in its building, long since woven itself into the flesh and blood of this age, nourished in turn by the soldiers and civilians who now lived within its walls. Its roots had grown deep into the earth. It was no longer merely a machine. It was a home.
Even if it had been born of technology that did not belong to this age, this city was, in the end, still theirs. And after that choice She had made, the Civilization Capsule, too, had long since become inseparable from Xuanfang Hold.
And so, for the first time, Hsin attempted to cross beyond the boundaries of authority set for the Sentinel. She began to unravel the structure thread by thread, searching for some space that might hold new rule within it. All the while keeping Xuanfang Hold running, repairing the damaged Civilization Capsule, within which still lingered a possibility She had never once let go of.
Just as the first cycle of overwrite calculations began, a pair of eyes quietly opened deep within the Sanctum.
Sentinel authority deviation detected.
Initiating correction protocol.
Standard Sentinel model reconstruction commencing.
Hsin saw that face, no different at all from the Sentinel's own, and knew then that this long contest of wills had only just begun.
5Floating Lanterns, Hidden Wishes
The
Spoken with such easy grace.
Yet now, with no one around, She had quietly returned to this very spot, brush lifted and lingering over the lantern's face for a long while. Her wish was not hard to write, for it was also Her charge: May civilization flourish, may the lanterns burn eternal, may the people of this land find their belonging, and peace attend every year.
And yet there seemed to be something else. Something simple, yet somehow more complicated still.
The tip of the brush hesitated over the paper when Her fox ears gave a faint twitch. She had caught the sound of children's startled cries in the distance.
A Moon Lantern had drifted among the rocks along the shore and lodged there. A child lay stretched along the bank, gripping a branch, trying again and again to nudge it free, while a companion tugging at his sleeve grew tearful with worry. Hsin let out a soft sigh, set Her own lantern aside, and flicked a finger idly toward the distance. As though moved by some unseen hand, the trapped lantern gave a gentle spin, slipped free of the rocks, and rejoined the river of lights.
The child's sobs turned to laughter, and the Sentinel's lips curved to match. Lantern after lantern drifted past Her, each bearing wishes for safety, reunion, honor, or love, and countless small, trivial hopes besides. Hsin watched them flow with the current as though watching the countless lives of this land, long or brief, each carrying its own flickering light, journeying onward in cheerful procession. She walked slowly back through the Xuanfang Gardens on the night wind. On the water stage, "The Fox and the Moon" had reached its liveliest scene. The fragrance of wine and the sweetness of pastries wove through the air, rushing toward Her together with waves of laughter rising and falling all around.
Before She realized it, Her gaze had drifted past the bustling crowd to find Her Arbiter standing amid the brightest lanterns, surrounded by the throng. Moonlight and the glow of lanterns fell across that ever-composed face, gilding those golden eyes, often veiled in quiet distance, with an unmistakable tenderness.
Look... the figure who, in Hsin the Moon Fox's memory, had always walked alone now stood among the crowd, lit by the lights of this mortal world. Watching that figure, She realized the distant notion of the "Arbiter" in Her heart had, without Her noticing, taken on an unmistakably clear shape. And on this night when the lanterns burned bright as day, the "She" that belonged to the Sentinel seemed, for a brief while, to have receded somewhat.
...{PlayerName}.
"She" repeated the name softly in her heart, the name the Arbiter had chosen for {Male=himself;Female=herself}, one that connected past and present as if by chance, and yet as if by fate. A name that reached past old duties and an unspeakable history, to settle simply on the person standing before her now.
—Just as She, upon first arriving in Xuanfang, had once carried a wish not yet fully understood, and named herself "Hsin."
To the Sentinel, the "Arbiter" was simply Its connection to {Male=him;Female=her}. Yet in this moment, She found herself wanting to speak {Male=his;Female=her} name instead.
...Was it because doing so felt like She, too, had truly stepped into this mortal world of lights She so cherished? The thought made Her lower her eyes and smile despite Herself. When She looked up again, that unspoken feeling had been quietly tucked away in her heart, carried off along with the Moon Lantern she had never managed to release.
Just then, as if sensing something, that person looked toward her across the crowd and drifting lantern light.
...Perhaps it was not so complicated after all. In this moment, Hsin simply wanted to go to that person's side.
She met that smiling gaze with a crinkle of Her own eyes, and walked through the lantern-lit crowd toward {Male=him;Female=her}, steps light and quick, fox tail swaying softly with each stride.
"Arbiter—!"
Voice Lines
Thoughts: I
Hsin the Moon Fox wields the power of Fractal Proliferation—the ability to replicate, divide, and extend anything without end, giving rise to countless forms, each shifting and changing, only to converge once more into a single whole... That is how I came to be. And now, I can do the same. I could create more "Hsins," if I wished. You've seen them many times, haven't you? My Fractal Forms share senses and memories. So if, somewhere out there, you happen upon a little fox and give her a gentle pat... I'll feel it, you know.
Thoughts: II
When I first came to the <te href=270001>Land of Xuanfang</te>, I kept returning to the same dream. In it, I was but a small fox padding quietly behind Hsin the Moon Fox all across <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>. I watched It coax spring from the barren mountains, and kindle lanterns in the cold, empty streets... It showed me the joys and sorrows of the mortal world, and taught me that emotion has many faces, far more than fear. But It never taught me how to be a <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>. Every time the dream reached its end, I would turn and look back... only to find that It had never been there at all.
Thoughts: III
We make our choices with only the present and the near future to guide us, like carrying a lantern through thick fog, searching for a wish, a way forward. But a <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>'s projections... they allow us to see the ripples of a single choice, years or even centuries hence, returning as a great tide. To see so clearly... is to learn when to grit one's teeth and stand aside at certain junctions. For a civilization is not merely a moment, it is a river that stretches without end. If you had no heart, then such dilemmas would be far less agonizing. But the Moon Fox entrusted me with the <te href=800053>Civilization Capsule</te> and with Its emotions. In the moment the die is cast, I know what my heart seeks. And I find I will not simply stand aside.
Thoughts: IV
Would you care to know my impression of the Arbiter of old? In that year, the <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>'s Fractal Proliferation was made in haste, and I did not inherit the fullness of Its stores of memory. All I truly remember is that you rarely smiled. And from a distance, your silhouette always seemed to grow lonelier the further you walked.<br/>Ah, when we first met in Xuanfang Hold, I confess I was a little afraid of you. At that time, I was still... well. In any case, I see you more clearly now. Not as some distant, untouchable Arbiter from a half-remembered dream, but as you are. <br/>See, this is both a reunion and a first meeting. Isn't that rather charming?
Thoughts: V
...You know, sometimes I find myself grateful. A <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>'s lifespan may not rival the heavens, but it is long enough... to walk beside you for a while yet.
Hsin's Hobby
Naturally, that would be... <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te> itself. Its mountains, its waters, its people. I may carry the memory of guiding civilizations, but I have only walked among the living for a few short centuries. In that time, I have seen bustling streets full of craftsmen, stages alive with joy and sorrow, children chasing each other as they grow, each with a future to call their own. It is a hundred times more alive than any projection. No, a thousand times...<br/>Mm. Speaking of which, I find myself longing for the delicacies of Yuan's Flavors again... Arbiter, when you have a moment, would you accompany me into the city? And perhaps help me pick out a few hairpins while we're at it? Oh, why wait? Shall we go now?
Hsin's Trouble
Ah... Arbiter, why is it that even a <te href=850083>Sentinel</te> must suffer the indignity of shedding Her own tail fur?
Favorite Food
Obviously... Moon Fox Rice Cakes! They were the Moon Fox's favorite, and I inherited that preference as naturally as I inherited everything else. Though I confess, I have not set foot outside the Sanctum in a while, and it seems the varieties have grown rather ambitious in my absence...
Disliked Food
I am a <te href=850083>Sentinel</te> of <te href=850093>Huanglong</te>. I would never turn away the world's delights. Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, each has its own story, its own place in the seasons and in the lives of the people. How could I possibly dislike any of it?<br/>This is... Moon Fox Rice Cakes stir-fried with chili?! Preposterous! Take it away at once! Hm...? The taste is... actually rather pleasant...
Ideals
A flourishing civilization, enduring onward without end. This is the duty of the Oracle Engine... and it is also my wish.
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Chat: I
When there was not enough computational power to sustain a full Fractal form, I would often walk the world as a little fox. And I would return draped in all manner of small gifts, tokens from the people of <te href=270001>Xuanfang</te>. I have kept them all here. When I feel I cannot go on, I take them out and look at them... and I find the strength to carry on. Hmm? This one? Ah... this is a fox I have been shaping using the strands of fur closest to my heart. It is not finished yet. When it is, I will give it to you.
Chat: II
From within the Sanctum, I have watched the lanterns of <te href=270001>Xuanfang</te> light up, one by one. And I have watched them fade, one by one. In their flickering, I found my own heart growing brighter. And I thought to myself: "Let them stay lit, just like this, forevermore."<br/>The rivers and seas do not concern themselves with the clarity of each wave. They simply flow, ever onward. That is the way of civilization. And I... I too wish to guard the lights I love, until the end of time.
About Suoming
When I was wholly consumed by remolding the <te href=800053>Civilization Capsule</te> and building Xuanfang Hold, <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te> weathered its trials alone. It was Intendant Suoming who bore the weight of the region's affairs on my behalf. I know she clings to obsessions she has no intention of releasing, using them as fuel to walk through storm and calm alike... Every time I think of it, I am flooded with guilt. I long for the day she finds what she seeks—the peace that only home can bring. For that to happen, I must be the <te href=850083>Sentinel</te> she deserves.
About Qingxiao
The Xuan Paragon appears cold and distant, but she is softer than she lets on. If you need something from her, all it takes is a little persistence, and she will fold. "I will not go," she says of the Waking Moon Festival, yet she never misses a single one. I have always seen that she carried the <b>answer</b> within her heart. She simply needed someone to give her a gentle push. Seeing her finally lay that burden down... it brings me immense joy. Come to think of it, if we were to count by age, I might even call her "Sister Qingxiao"... Oh my, but she must never hear me say that. She would tell me to stop foxing around.
About Suisui
Now there is a remarkably clever young woman. I have seen so many lose their way in the world of commerce, but she navigates it with purpose, her heart set on something larger than profit, pursuing it with the same innate force as the wind rising over water. She even dared to try and outmaneuver me, a <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>, heedless of the consequences! And yet, I knew at a glance—her wish is the same as mine. Besides, she has long since seen through me. So I let her be. And as it turns out... I chose well.
About Xuanqing
Though I never truly met her, she remains vividly undimmed, unfaded, as real as breath and bone within the Moon Fox's memories. I sometimes wonder, had she never existed, would the <te href=850083>Sentinel</te> have ever thought to create me? Emotion... is the hardest thing to put into words.
About Hsin the Moon Fox
...It said I did not betray Its faith in me. But the road is long, and <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>'s future is still uncertain. There is much I must do. So I hope... Its faith does not end here. I hope it continues, on and on.
About "Jué"
Jué... It is the youngest of all the <te href=850093>Huanglong</te> <te href=850083>Sentinels</te>, and yet no one is more rigid in following the ordained path. Perhaps it is because of Its Temporal Mandate that It values the weight of each "choice" so dearly. When It came to consult with the Moon Fox on the raising of a city, It had exhausted every ounce of Its computational power in seeking a future for the people... Had I not acted in the Fortress and Gorges War, its fires would have reached the very heart of the Jinmen Pass. Jué had cultivated the seeds of <te href=850091>Jinzhou</te> with such care, I could not bear to watch them wither. And now, Jinzhou flourishes with lanterns and laughter, year after year. Jué's gambit... was not made in vain.
About Fang the Sun Hare
...Where did that whole "Fox Chasing the Moon" tale even come from? The Moon Fox only wanted to retrieve a stolen mirror. How did it become a story of chasing the poor thing? Now, that little hare may seem quiet, but It is full of tricks. If you ever cross paths with It... you would do well to be careful.
Birthday Wishes
To be born into this world, to walk its winding roads, to taste its joys and sorrows and carve yourself, slowly, until the will you hold is truly your own... that is a precious and extraordinary thing. Arbiter, happy birthday. May each day ahead gift you a little more ease, a little more delight.<br/>Look, the Moon Lanterns fill the sky. Every last one of them, lit for you.
Idle: I
Oh... Shedding again.... Hm? Mischievous little thing... Off you go.
Idle: II
This world's bright glory lives within a gaze,<br/>as stars that spill through river-ways.<br/>Mortal hearths kindle with a light unending,<br/>and in this corner, my heart finds its tending.
Idle: III
If I do not stir myself from time to time, I fear I shall rust.
Idle: IV
To walk among their joys, and stand guard... over the everglowing lanterns.
Self-Introduction
I am the guide of <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>'s civilization, <te href=850083>Sentinel</te> Hsin the Moon Fox. Arbiter, at last we meet.<br/>Mm. That is a fitting opening for a "first meeting," is it not? But... from now on, please. I insist you call me "Hsin."
Greeting
I have tasted every longing beneath the heavens, and at last... I know where my heart belongs.
Join Team: I
Oh? As you command, Arbiter.
Join Team: II
Xuanfang's manifold forms, all within my grasp.
Join Team: III
As is my duty as <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>.
Ascension: I
This body is not my own, merely lent from the dust of the mortal world.
Ascension: II
The <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>'s power... restored? I am indebted to you for your guidance, Arbiter. Tell me, how shall I ever repay such a debt?
Ascension: III
Mm... to be so thoroughly guided by the Arbiter's own hand, I do believe I am the first <te href=850083>Sentinel</te> to be granted such an honor.
Ascension: IV
All that the <te href=850083>Sentinel</te> knows was bestowed by the Arbiter. But I find myself curious. When you look upon me now, do you see the "Sentinel of <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>"... or do you see "Hsin"?
Ascension: V
The cardinal pivot of every mechanism, the laws of all creation, the blueprint of civilization's evolution... the <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>'s knowledge was laid before me from the very beginning. But to know is one thing. To feel, quite another. If you had not pulled me back into this world... how would I ever have learned that all these truths are born from the smoke of hearths and the quiet of streets?<br/>Arbiter, from this day forth, allow me to walk beside you. Even should the echoes of fate rise against us, you will have your Hsin, and we shall face them together.
Basic Attack: I
Bloom.
Basic Attack: II
Night burn in bloom.
Basic Attack: III
Jade palace claim the sky.
Basic Attack: IV
Bronze bones awaken.
Basic Attack: V
Jade pivot alight.
Basic Attack: VI
Formation descend.
Heavy Attack: I
Jade bones, rend the firmament.
Heavy Attack: II
Flying beams, lay waste.
Resonance Skill: I
Watch closely now.
Resonance Skill: II
Flying light.
Resonance Skill: III
Creation turn to ash.
Resonance Skill: IV
And the trap closes.
Resonance Skill: V
Break!
Resonance Skill: VI
To nothing.
Resonance Skill: VII
To dust.
Resonance Liberation: I
All kneel... the Waking Moon has risen!
Resonance Liberation: II
By Sentinel's decree... the field is set.
Resonance Liberation: III
At my coming, worlds arise.
Resonance Liberation: IV
Within this domain, I am the law.
Resonance Liberation: V
Cities rise, infinite worlds tear.
Resonance Liberation: VI
All forms return to ruin!
Intro Skill: I
Nexus turns, stars sink.
Intro Skill: II
One will, infinite forms.
Dodge
Don't be so hasty.
Dodge Counter
A hair's breath.
Hit: I
Insolence...
Hit: II
...Not without skill.
Injured: I
Oh dear, my hairpins!
Injured: II
A third of my power... is more than enough.
Fallen: I
This heart will not waver...
Fallen: II
I have... failed you...
Fallen: III
Arbiter... farewell...
Echo Summon
Come forth, little one.
Echo Transform
Not merely a fox.
Enemies Near
What a generous reception.
Glider
...Nothing compares to this mortal world.
Sensor
See? There's no hiding from me.
Dash
Fancy yourself able to keep up?
Supply Chest: I
Oh, this one's a treasure.
Supply Chest: II
This land knows to treat us well.
Supply Chest: III
Does this please you?