Forbidden Bastion
Fallacy of No Return
Bell-Borne Geochelone
Story & Voice
Lore beats, character story moments, and voice lines to learn more about Suisui.
Character Story
1Spring
Suisui sat slumped over her desk, a brush clutched in her hand and a smudge of ocher paint on her cheek. After painting intently for hours, she stood up to admire her masterpiece—a cluster of overlapping blues, greens, and deep reds. It was hard to tell what it was, but it radiated a cozy warmth. Content with her work, Suisui snatched the paper and dashed outside, her skirts stirring the air and sending blank sheets rustling behind her.
"Yangyang! Yangyang—"
In a flash, the paper was in Yangyang's hands. Suisui braced against the qin table, searching her sister's face. "Can you tell what it is?"
Yangyang studied it, her fingertip tapping a golden smudge on the right, then a white one on the left. "It's... two little birds nestled together."
Suisui's eyes lit up, and she smacked the table. "Exactly! They're birds! I knew those adults were blind! They kept saying they were baby chicks!"
"No, they aren't." Yangyang put the drawing down and tilted her head. "A baby chick's tail droops. These are perked up."
"That's right!" Suisui wanted nothing more than to scoop her sister up and spin her around. "You're the only one who understands my art!"
Yangyang accepted the praise with only a soft curve of her lips. She pointed to the golden cluster on the right. "Is this one you, Sister?"
"Mm-hmm! The one on the right is me, and the one on the left is you." Suisui leaned closer, using the tail end of her paintbrush to point at the snowy bird. "See? It's dainty. Just like you."
That was how the springs of their childhood slipped by. Outside, clusters of pink and white blossoms hung heavy over green leaves. Whenever a breeze swept through, petals would drift onto the qin table, the girls' sketches, and their hair. Soft sunlight bathed the courtyard in a golden hue. Birds chirped beneath the eaves, blending with the drifting notes of Yangyang's qin. Suisui would lounge across her desk, or settle on the veranda, raising her drawings to the sun to watch the colors softly bloom across the paper...
Days moved so slowly back then. The shadows beneath the eaves crept inch by inch, carrying whole afternoons away. And then, before one could even notice, many springs had already passed.
2Summer
The ceaseless song of cicadas swelled from dawn till dusk. Even the lotus flowers in the water vat beneath the eaves hung limp, a perfect mirror of Suisui's mood. She lay sprawled across the windowsill, staring out at the sun-bleached sky. Behind her, Yangyang sat practicing her qin. She had replayed the same melody seven or eight times over, its notes seemingly melting in the dense heat. Listening to it, Suisui felt as though her own brain was about to dissolve into a puddle just like the music.
"Are you going out, Sister?" Yangyang paused at the sound of Suisui pushing herself up.
"To the river." Suisui tossed a smile back over her shoulder, her long hair whipping past her jacket. "There's a breeze over there. I'm suffocating in here."
"But the sun is blinding—"
"It won't kill me!" Her voice was already vanishing around the corner of the wall.
The riverbank wasn't far, just a quick dash through two alleys. Suisui walked briskly, tapping her folding fan rhythmically against her palm. The moment she stepped onto the embankment, a cool, damp breeze greeted her, thick with the fragrance of river reeds.
The docks were a bustling hive of activity. At a nearby stall, a middle-aged merchant was clacking away on an abacus, calling out numbers line by line as the beads flew. Mesmerized, Suisui stepped closer, her lips moving in a silent murmur as she mentally kept count alongside him.
When the merchant snapped the final bead into place and looked up, he gasped, startled by her bright, intensely focused eyes. "Where did you spring from, little girl?"
"Manager Liu, that's three hundred and twenty-seven bolts of fabric in total, right?" Suisui chimed in, ignoring his question entirely.
Manager Liu looked from his ledger to her, a smile tugging beneath his mustache. "You were following my abacus?"
"Didn't need to. I did the mental math while you were reading the numbers aloud." Suisui grinned, completely unfazed. "And that batch of tea leaves was one hundred and six and a half jin, wasn't it? I caught a snippet of it while walking past."
Manager Liu set his abacus down and gave her an appraising look. "Well, aren't you a sharp one... Say, how about you come work in my shop?"
"How much monthly pay are we talking?"
The bystanders burst into laughter. Manager Liu chuckled too, tapping her playfully with his fan. "Alright, little boss, off you go. Don't cause trouble for my business."
Amused, Suisui fanned herself and strolled over to the neighboring herb stall. Out of curiosity, she asked the owner why they didn't use the land routes for faster transportation.
"Land routes are faster, but they're bumpy," the stall owner explained patiently. "Herbs can't take a bruising. If they get crushed into a pulp on the road, they aren't worth a copper."
Suisui picked up a herb, sniffed it, and carefully set it back down. "Seven days by water, three days by land. But a bruised cargo loses more than half its value, so trading time for preservation is the smarter investment." She ran the math through her head and found the logic of trade utterly fascinating.
The sun gradually dipped below the horizon, and the crowds along the riverbank began to thin. The last few cargo ships untied their moorings, their sails billowing in the evening breeze as their long shadows drifted across the gold-dusted water. Suisui sat on the stone steps and finally put her fan down. She tilted her head back, tracking the vessels as they cleared the shallows, crossed the heart of the river, and shrank into dark speckles against the edge of the sky.
"Where are they heading...?"
No one replied, but she already knew the answer. Those ships carried grain, fabrics, and herbs gathered from everywhere—the north, the south, the mountains, and the coasts. They would cut through great rivers and scale mountain ranges to reach places far away, places she had never been before.
"One day, I'll be on one of those ships. Standing at the bow, with the shipping list in my hands."
Before the darkness fully set in, Suisui stood up and brushed the dust from her skirt. The stone steps still held a lingering warmth from the afternoon sun. She turned back to look at the river one last time. Beneath the vast canopy of night, scattered lanterns dotted the dark water like stars. It was breathtakingly beautiful—a world at peace, and a life she loved with all her heart.
3Autumn
Yangyang was leaving for
The sunlight carrying the camphorwood's fragrance fell gently across Suisui's hand. Looking up, her gaze rested on the central pillar of the hall. Row upon row of notches were carved into the wood, stretching from knee-height to her ear. The lowest two belonged to Yangyang at ages seven and nine, marked lightly by their father in fear of hurting his daughter. Suisui remembered Yangyang could barely stand straight back then, having to steady herself against the pillar. Yet even as a toddler, she had been exceptionally sweet, filling Suisui's heart with a silent pride: Yes, this is my little sister.
Further up was Suisui's own notch from when she was fourteen, a year she had thrown a tantrum insisting on leaving home to study medicine elsewhere. Her father hadn't refused outright; he simply made her stand before this pillar for the better part of a day. Staring at the stacked markings, she had watched herself grow, inch by inch. Somehow, she realized her growth felt so fast, and yet so slow. She may have grown taller, but she still had much to learn.
Near the top, Yangyang's notches grew closer together. The one from last winter, carved by Yangyang herself, was barely half a finger shorter than Suisui's. By the spring of this year, they stood at the exact same height.
A scattering of birdsong drifted in from the courtyard. Suisui pushed the door open, the autumn sun striking her face with a fleeting warmth. Beneath the eaves, a blue-backed bird leaped from a branch, its wings stirring a rustle of yellow leaves.
Yangyang was crossing the yard from the other end. Pausing at the steps, she saw her older sister under the veranda and walked over. Suisui offered her a soft smile.
"When do you set off?"
"Tomorrow morning."
Suisui let out a quiet "Oh." She wanted to say more, but the words dissolved on her tongue. Instead, she reached out and gently adjusted the collar of Yangyang's cloak. Yangyang stood perfectly still, waiting. Only when Suisui pulled her hands away did Yangyang speak in a low voice: "I will come back."
Suisui smiled. "Go on, then. The winds are harsh in Jinzhou. Take care of yourself."
Yangyang nodded. Hearing their parents call her name, she turned to join them. She walked slowly, her back held straight, already adopting the bearing of an Outrider.
Once more, Suisui was left alone. The blue-backed bird returned to its branch, chirping with its head tilted high. Withered leaves blanketed the steps. She bent down to pick one up, wondering which book she should press it into, before realizing it didn't really matter.
After all, autumn always passes.
Suisui rose to her feet. From beyond the courtyard walls, the distant neighing of a horse drifted in, like an echo carried from Jinzhou. She knew it was impossible, yet she stood listening for a long time before turning back to the room.
The camphorwood chest was still open, waiting for her to close it.
4Winter
Suisui sat at the bow, a white porcelain pot resting on her lap. The steam rising from its spout dispersed the moment it hit the chilly air. She poured a cup for her guest, then filled her own. The faint splash of tea meeting the porcelain cup was quiet, yet it easily masked the sound of the oars cutting through the water.
The negotiation was going poorly. The opposing party refused to yield, and the stalemate had dragged on for three days. That morning, Suisui had sent an invitation, suggesting they set the matter aside and meet on the lake. The guest arrived fashionably late, wrapped in a gray cloak as the sun began to dip into the west, offering only a brief nod as she boarded.
The small boat drifted toward the center of the lake. A light mist rolled across the water, slowly dissolving the silhouettes of the distant mountains. In such a rare, tranquil setting, Suisui naturally set business aside. Ever sharp and eloquent, she broke the ice by speaking of her hometown. She described its waters, so clear one could count every mismatched pebble at the bottom. She spoke of her childhood, watching merchant caravans unload on the riverbank, the stacked sacks towering feet above her head while the crisp, enchanting clatter of abacus beads echoed through the air. She painted a picture of the day she left home under a drizzling rain, where the mist blurred even the faces of her parents as they saw her off. These distant stories traveled across the years aboard their swaying skiff, arriving at last upon this snow-dusted lake in Mengzhou.
"For me, the more of this world I see, the more I fall in love with it," Suisui murmured. "I want good things to reach the places they belong. Grain to famine-stricken lands, medicine to the sickbed, fabrics to the impoverished. But these things won't just walk to those in need on their own. Someone has to connect the dots, and I don't want to just be a bystander."
The guest didn't answer. She only rested her teacup against her knee and gazed out over the water. Suisui watched her fingers tighten and loosen against the rim of the cup, again and again, before a faint sigh finally escaped her lips.
By the time the boat docked, the snow had grown heavier, falling like delicate flakes of cotton. Stepping onto the stone stairs, the guest looked back at her and finally uttered the words: "We will talk again tomorrow." Then, raising her umbrella, she vanished into the snowstorm. Watching the gray silhouette fade into the white expanse, Suisui knew the tide had turned.
Suisui stood by the shore for a long time before leaving. Her lodgings lay to the east of the lake, and by the time she walked through the door, her shoes were soaked through. She knelt before the hearth to start a fire. Sparks sputtered a few times before catching, and the charcoal's warmth seeped outward, first comforting the back of her hands, then warming her face. As the snow fell silently outside the window, she leaned against the hearth, her eyelids growing heavy.
In her dream, it was summer in her hometown. The sun was blindingly bright, and the air inside carried the rich fragrance of aged timber. Caravans were unloading tea bricks, dockworkers shouldered heavy sacks of salt, and the shopkeeper tossed strings of copper coins onto the counter with a rhythmic chime that sounded sweeter than any music.
Barely reaching an adult's waist, little Suisui stood beneath the window of the counting house. Peeking over the ledge on her tiptoes, she was utterly transfixed, ignoring anyone who called her name as her eyes shone with brilliant focus.
Back then, she didn't understand the mechanics of commerce. She only knew that the most fascinating things in the world lived within that small window frame. The merchant looked up, caught her staring, and smiled. Reaching into his brush pot, he slid an old paintbrush out through the window. Suisui reached to take it. The brush was thicker than her fingers and felt immensely heavy in her hand. Gripping it tightly, she slowly stood tall beneath the window.
Suddenly, the clinking of copper coins, the jingle of mule bells, the shouting of vendors, and the rhythmic chants of the dockworkers all rushed toward her, enveloping her small frame. She smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, filled to the brim with overflowing joy.
5Seasons She Walked
The Waking Moon Festival was drawing near. Stacks of colorful silk lined the storefronts as shophands counted the bolts being carried inside. A group of children dashed past her, only to freeze at the street corner. They stared wide-eyed at a row of steaming mechanical cauldrons, swallowing hard before finally tearing themselves away with reluctant backward glances.
Suisui stopped by the stall and observed for a while. The vendor was selling "Brocade Pearl Meatballs"—glistening, tender orbs garnished with green onions, lined up neatly in bamboo steamers.
"One steamer of Brocade Pearl Meatballs, please."
The vendor looked up, saw the young woman before him with her smiling eyes, and beamed in response. Taking the steamer, Suisui paid her tab, then slid a few extra Shell Credits across the counter.
"For those children who just ran past. Please give each one a serving," she said, her voice light as she turned to leave. "No need to tell them who it's from."
The vendor blinked in surprise, but by the time he looked up, her figure had already vanished into the crowd.
As darkness set in, lanterns across teahouses and taverns flickered to life, spilling warm, golden light onto the pavement. Suisui stepped through the glowing patches, her hands full with the bag of warm meatballs. When the wind blew a stray lock of hair across her face, she didn't even have a spare hand to brush it away.
It suddenly occurred to her that she had left her water fan behind. She chuckled, unbothered. There were few occasions that truly required her to wield it anyway. The real storm had already been weathered during the Siege of Xuanfang Hold. Everything had settled now, peaceful enough that she had the luxury to stroll the streets and watch people spend a perfectly commonplace evening.
With that thought, her pace unconsciously quickened.
Just past the narrow alley and over a small bridge lay her destination. Her sister was there, and so was that person. She wondered if they had already lit the lanterns, and whether they would enjoy this dish. She had walked through the spring and summer of
And now, those seasons had led her to this very evening. Beneath her feet were the roads of Xuanfang. In her hands was a treat for the people she held dear. Suisui shifted the bag to her other hand and quickened her pace. The wind rushed down the long street, sending her sleeves billowing against the hazy scatter of lantern light. She squinted into the glow, but she didn't slow down.
The bridge was just ahead.
Voice Lines
Thoughts: I
The clouds hang heavy with coming rain, and mist rises slowly from the water... See? What do you make of the dewy sights today? When I do business in <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>, I see weather like this often. A touch different from Xuanfang Hold, and nothing at all like the views in my hometown... <br/><br/>Perhaps each rainfall in this world has its own little temper. But it was this very drizzle splashing on teal stone slabs today that also fell on me decades ago. I heard its voice calling to me. And ever since, water has followed my will. It flows or rests at my command. And when I pluck the air just so, it comes to me, like an old friend. <br/><br/>Now I walk in the rain with no need for parasol or shelter. The raindrops know me, and I know them.
Thoughts: II
Speaking of hometowns, my mind wanders back to my childhood in <te href=260009>Mingting</te>. Everything felt so impossibly soothing in the March spring breeze—the high grass, the soaring birds, and each dawn less heavy than the last. I often dragged Yangyang out to fly kites. I can still feel the exact moment the wind would catch them, the line snapping taut as if we'd actually hooked a cloud. To ensure my kite soared higher than everyone else's, I'd run as fast as I could.<br/><br/>The courtyard was filled with the chatter of birds, the rustle of leaves, and the sunlight... Oh, how it filtered through the branches like shattered gold, dusting everything it touched. Even after all these years, that remains the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Thoughts: III
Springs back then—the wind oh so soft, the sky oh so blue, and a qin's melody oh so occasionally drifting over the courtyard wall. Our house never wanted for music. From dawn till dusk, it lilted through every hall and corner, enveloping me like running water. My parents, bless them, always knew I lacked the patience to sit at the qin and practice my technique. Yangyang, though, was my opposite. Even as a child, she could sit through an entire piece in perfect silence, her little hands tapping the rhythm against her knees with a solemn focus beyond her years. But me? I loved to slip away to some open ground and simply dance. A light tap of the foot, a swirl of the sleeves, and a well-timed gust of wind... In those moments it felt as if I could gather the very brilliance of nature into my arms. There was nothing more enjoyable than that.
Thoughts: IV
Beyond our courtyard lay an entirely different world. I was drawn to the docks, to the groan of ropes biting into wooden pilings as freighters moored, the shouts of vendors, and the rhythmic clack of abacus beads. To me, those sounds were more enchanting than any melody. I would crouch by the stalls and peer at ledgers, balancing accounts that weren't mine to balance or spreading out maps to correct a traveler's route. "This path is too long," I'd insist. "The river will save you two days." At first, the adults laughed it off as a child's game, until they realized I was right. My mother later joked to my father that perhaps their little girl had a natural gift for trade...<br/>Well, what do you think?
Thoughts: V
At first, I only saw the bustle, the lovely noise of it all. It was only later that I came to see that "peace and prosperity" aren't a given. They're fragile things, held together only by those who tend them. I decided then to be such a person.<br/><br/>I love this land, but I love the life humming within it even more. I could never settle for the safety of a quiet corner while others struggle. Still, I know the limits of one person's strength. I have seen villages hollowed by disaster and people who have lost their homes—the kind of wounds that no shipment of supplies can ever quite heal. These are realities I simply cannot change alone.<br/><br/>Tell me... if the day comes to stake everything on the future of this land, will there be someone to help me weave the vision I see? What I want is a world alive and thriving, and in you, I see the possibility of making that real.<br/><br/>So, if you're willing... take this path with me.
Suisui's Hobby
Heh... the list grows longer by the day, I'm afraid. Lately, I've been quite obsessed with antiques and paintings. Even the little imitations from street stalls are fascinating in their own way, you know. There are certain tricks of the trade you only truly appreciate once you see them firsthand. I've even tried my hand at a few sketches. They're quite decent, if I do say so myself... Want to have a look?
Suisui's Trouble
My troubles...? Money handles most of them quite tidily, thank goodness. All but one, that is: what to do now that my sister has grown up? Argh... when did she decide she didn't need me to hold her hand anymore?
Favorite Food
Pastries, of course! Everything from the delicate pea flour cakes to those red bean rolls wrapped in white kidney bean paste. And then there are the soft, pillowy rice balls. Sweet without being cloying, simply melting on the tongue. I've also grown fond of the "Little Snowy Moons" here in <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>. They have this wonderful, subtle aroma within that chewy cake texture, entirely different from the flavors back home. One day, I really must bring some back for my family to try.
Disliked Food
Despite my time in <te href=850154>Mengzhou</te>, I still can't stomach the pickled local fare. It's a tragedy, truly. I'll see a dish that looks absolutely exquisite, translucent and perfectly plated, only to find I can't bring myself to take a bite. It's enough to make a grown woman sigh.
Ideals
I want wealth that knows no border. I want goods to find their way, people to find their place. I want the warm light of every home burning, always burning, forever.
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Chat: I
Dumpling, over here! See? Isn't she a delight? Dumpling has a marvelous affinity for water. She whirls and chirps around me whenever I use my Forte to bend the currents... Mm, that's all it takes to make this little birdie happy.
Chat: II
My family always let me do as I pleased, but choosing the way of the merchant was never a simple impulse. It began with watching and learning—observing how the street vendors set their rules and negotiated their deals before I ever dared to try it myself.<br/><br/>Oh, to watch the figures on a ledger slowly change, trade routes rise from nothing, and the cargo passing through my hands become the grain, fabric, or medicine that keeps another soul alive... That, my dear, is worth more than all the gold in the world. Commerce, you see, is not about calculation. It's about making a way for people to live.
About Yangyang
Since we were children, people have said that Yangyang and I share only a face, that our spirits couldn't be more different. I was the one who needed to see everything the world had to offer, while she was the quiet, gentle center who kept her thoughts close. Over time, people even joked, asking if we were truly sisters at all.<br/><br/>Neither of us ever took offense. We knew that in all this wide world, you could never find two souls more alike. My sister may look soft and unassuming, but there is a resilience in her that runs deeper than anyone realizes. When you need the wind, she brings it to you. When you face the gale, she stands as your shield. This, I've always known.
About Hsin
Unlike the other <te href=850083>Sentinel</te>s of <te href=850093>Huanglong</te>, Hsin doesn't feel like a divinity looking down from on high. Somehow, I see a part of her that's unmistakably "human." Maybe it's because I know how much she loves this mortal world that I dared to stand before her.
About Qingxiao
One of my merchant caravans once spoke of a Transcendent who killed the Tacet Discords blocking their path through Xuanfang. That was Paragon Qingxiao. Between that debt and the support she provided during the Hold's defense, I felt it only right to thank her in person. With proper gifts, of course. But she wouldn't accept a thing. She only sat for a few cups of the tea I brewed. Wait, a tea favored by the famed Transcendent... Now that could be quite the selling point, no?
About Jingran
The Cat of the Nether Lamp… the rumors make him sound like a ghost story. A figure in black, drifting through shadows with a Nether Lamp and the chill of the netherworld clinging to him. I've only met him a few times. Despite his youth, his eyes have the look of someone who has weathered storms that would break lesser men. He is utterly uninhibited, and it makes me curious: is there anything in this world that could actually hold him back?
About Mother
People know her as a master composer, but to me, she remains that gentle presence on the porch, pulling my sister and me into her arms on rainy days to tell us stories of the world beyond. I was always pressing her for what came next, while Yangyang would just watch her in quiet, wide-eyed wonder. Hehe, I suppose that was the rhythm of our childhood.
About Father
You couldn't find a more open-minded man in this world than my father. A teacher by trade, but never, ever the lecturing sort. He has a gift for tossing out witty lines with such ease that even the dullest classics become engrossing tales. I always laugh out loud over his letters. He writes with such flair that events happening a thousand miles away become just next door's news in his hands. Oh, you'll just have to see for yourself when you visit our home in <te href=260009>Mingting</te> someday. Beautiful views, and I promise, the best tea you'll ever taste.
Birthday Wishes
Today is your birthday. Oh, naturally, I've had it marked.<br/><br/>I thought about organizing a grand banquet for you, the kind where the table bends under all those dishes and nobody is allowed to leave. But then it occurred to me that sort of merrymaking can be arranged anytime. Today, you should follow your own heart. Whether that means a lively crowd or a quiet corner with no one to disturb you, I'll make sure you get it. On a day like this, you're allowed to be a little selfish.<br/><br/>I'm a terribly "greedy" creature, I admit. I believe the best days ought to be savored slowly, and the sweetest meetings enjoyed long after the party ends. The world is vast and time is long. Whether you want a hall full of delicacies or just a quiet cup of tea, you need only ask me.<br/><br/>May every year be as bright as today. May you always follow your heart, and may every road you walk lead to the light.
Idle: I
Watch closely, Dumpling... See? Quite lifelike, isn't it?
Idle: II
May peace and plenty bless this land for good.
Idle: III
(Effort sound)
Self-Introduction
If this isn't enough to pave the way, then let the rivers and mountains be the proof of what I'm willing to wager.
Greeting
Where clear streams flow, there spring awaits.
Join Team: I
Exactly as I envisioned.
Join Team: II
This ensemble... rather interesting, I must say.
Join Team: III
Perfect timing, darling.
Ascension: I
The sound of water... I hear it. Not from the streams, or the falling rain, but from somewhere far deeper. A resonance that seeps from the core of every living thing, waking the hills, waking the waters, one by one.
Ascension: II
In the misty rains of Mengzhou, most people reach for their oil-paper umbrellas or scurry under the nearest eaves. But I don't mind the wet. I stroll leisurely through the rain while the droplets simply curve around my shoulders and drift away to find somewhere else to fall.... So stay close to me, darling. We've no use for umbrellas here.
Ascension: III
I think the most precious thing in this world is the light that meets your eyes the moment you raise them. The first break of dawn, the river's surface glistening with flecks of gold, as fishing boats drift in small clusters to the rhythmic creak of oars. Then the markets stir. Bamboo lids lift, unfurling white breaths of steam carrying the scent of fresh buns. It mingles with the teahouses' distant melodies and the laughter of children at play... I don't just hear these sounds now. I feel the pulse behind them. A pulse threading together to form a rich tapestry that I cannot bear to lose.
Ascension: IV
People speak of commerce as if it's just buying and selling. But if you look closer, every trade route ends at someone's front door. Grain from the north. Tea from the south. Herbs from the mountains. Fabrics from the shores. Someone has to thread it all together, like a needle pulling a string, mending one land's scarcity with another's abundance.<br/><br/>These quiet exchanges are what have kept the world moving for generations. Water can wear down stone, or it can nourish a garden. Commerce can chase profit, or it can save a world. It's the path I've chosen.
Ascension: V
The mountains and rivers are like a painting come to life. And this world, this bustling, breathing world, is so vibrant... but to witness it alone is a lonely thing. So... let's see the rest of it together. How big this world is, with its boundless wonders patiently waiting. For you. For me.
Basic Attack: I
Spring's breath sings.
Basic Attack: II
Clouds in sunglow.
Basic Attack: III
Ripples dance bright.
Basic Attack: IV
Mist clears...
Basic Attack: V
Chanties rise.
Basic Attack: VI
Homeward clouds...
Basic Attack: VII
Moonlit shoals.
Basic Attack: VIII
A leaf ferries...
Basic Attack: IX
Verdant Hills.
Heavy Attack: I
Waters chime.
Heavy Attack: II
Drifting blue.
Heavy Attack: III
Clear rivers.
Aerial Attack: I
Verdure clings.
Aerial Attack: II
Soaring green.
Aerial Attack: III
Merge into one.
Resonance Skill: I
Rippling splendor awakens.
Resonance Skill: II
The water meets the sky.
Resonance Skill: III
Washed... in nature's palette.
Resonance Liberation: I
Mirrored by water, tinted in blue.
Resonance Liberation: II
Clouds fade, clarity remains.
Resonance Liberation: III
Beyond lush haze, the rainfall marches.
Intro Skill: I
Follow the stream.
Intro Skill: II
Into the landscapes!
Intro Skill: III
Become the scenery.
Intro Skill: IV
My turn, Yangyang.
Intro Skill: V
Ride the wind.
Dodge: I
You lost the beat.
Dodge: II
Flow like water.
Dodge: III
Keeping up, are we?
Dodge Counter
Aren't you a hasty one.
Hit: I
My oversight.
Hit: II
...A misstep.
Injured: I
...Almost wrinkled my gown.
Injured: II
That... I'll mark on my ledger.
Fallen: I
The world's sweet noise... I wanted more.
Fallen: II
Such beauty... so too must it end.
Fallen: III
This path... I'll walk no further.
Echo Summon
Come now. I could use another dancer.
Echo Transform
More stage time, perhaps?
Enemies Near
Any new tricks? Do impress me.
Glider
World's warm breath, in my sight.
Sensor
No hiding from me.
Dash
The right momentum.
Supply Chest: I
Good weight, good shine.
Supply Chest: II
Seems the scales tipped my way, hm?
Supply Chest: III
Mm, now that's quality.