NieR Re[in]

Guide

"In red lies the power of devils; in black the
power of demons." Per the legend, gear made
with a precise combination of ink and cinnabar
coloring displays greatly enhanced capabilities.

However, the creation of this coating requires
a particular material that can only be obtained
from an unidentified merchant said to practice
their trade in all places and forever throughout
time, their visage unchanging. Per the legend, gear made with a precise combination of ink and cinnabar coloring displays greatly enhanced capabilities. However, the creation of this coating requires a particular material that can only be obtained from an unidentified merchant said to practice their trade in all places and forever throughout time, their visage unchanging. It's a devil... No, a demon... Devil. Demon. No, not those who don the scarlet. Not them. They may have a devil's strength, but I speak not of them. I saw it with my own two eyes. That merchant... They mixed in their own blood.

There are those who, when cornered
by despair, fought valiantly to the end.
It is believed their strong will inhabits
the armor they wore, and they share
their power with its next wearer.

Mysteriously, these sets of armor
are said to appear before those who
have been driven to the brink, as if
to say, "You are worthy." Resist. Resist. Oppose. Rebel. Use whatever means necessary. Hesitate and all is lost. Break. Fracture. Even when tattered, those who are on the brink cling to one thing in the end: Hope.

When a god is sealed, they exude a fluid that
people call "tears." The application of this
luminous gold liquid to steel or cloth makes
it glow, and grants it mysterious powers.

It makes armor deflect any weapon, and
makes garments impervious to bullets. Those
who wear it are said to hear the voices of gods,
and though the words defy human understanding,
those who hear them believe themselves blessed. Bind. Shred. Crush. Gouge. Receive its blessing. Partake in its flesh. Partake in its body. Waste nothing. Not even a single tear.

Since time immemorial, people have worn
masks to hide their hearts and summon the
beings depicted on them into their bodies,
granting them powers great and mystical.

Most are but normal masks, but some are
genuine—sewn from the hides of magical
beasts or made with unknown technologies.
Wear one and you will gain tremendous
power...but it will come at a price. Run! He wore it for too long! He's not the man he used to be! His body and mind are no longer his own! Something else has taken control! Run! Your life depends on it! Destroy the masks! Destroy them before they get us all!

Is it an influence from without,
or a will that stirs within?
Though irregular, people are sometimes
able to perceive forces abstract in nature.

When that thread of realization is drawn
inward and made one's own, its holder
will gain a new form befitting that power. Miracle. Mystery. Wonder. Revelation. Despite its rarity, it is known by many names. To those whose existence is concrete, it is a power beyond comprehension. Only those who reach out for it could possibly make it their own.

It matters not your reasons—best not to
wear heavy clothes at the beach. Moreso
if you wish for the sea to grant its favor.

Should one desire to get on well with the
sea, they must don the appropriate attire.
So long as one minds proper etiquette
and keeps fear in their heart, the sea
will surely become their ally. A voice concealed by roaring waves. A song that lures listeners to the abyss. An eternal sea. An infinite darkness. Pay your respects. Mind your decorum. If you do not wish to be swallowed up... by those who rule these parts.

In a different world, and a different era,
there existed a particular kind of
ceremonial dress.

It was somewhat different, however,
than what the common folk might think.
For even if these garments existed to
make their wearers shine, that light
was like that of a candle: brilliant
for but a single, fleeting moment. 3,000 worlds. All of which share a similar ritual. For it, special garments are made. They represent the darkness of space, and the brilliance of the stars. They serve to provide light, however dim, for the voyage into the darkness ahead. Even if our fate is to one day fall.

What world did this come from?
Who did it used to be worn by?

They are unusual garments that drifted
here from somewhere far, far away.
They harbor no animosity. No malice.

It is assistance from a person unseen,
born of a desire to help a traveler
burdened with a most unjust fate. You feel like you've seen them before, but you cannot remember who wore them. You feel like you've heard of them before, but you can't remember who spoke of them. You have no way to know. No way to ever find out. Those garments, however? They fit well, and grant you strength. More strength than you ever imagined.

What world did this come from?
Who did it used to be worn by?

They are unusual garments that drifted
here from somewhere far, far away.
They harbor no animosity. No malice.

It is assistance from a person unseen,
born of a desire to help a traveler
burdened with a most unjust fate. You feel like you've seen them before, but you cannot remember who wore them. You feel like you've heard of them before, but you can't remember who spoke of them. You have no way to know. No way to ever find out. Those garments, however? They fit well, and grant you strength. More strength than you ever imagined.

What world did this come from?
Who did it used to be worn by?

They are unusual garments that drifted
here from somewhere far, far away.
They harbor no animosity. No malice.

It is assistance from a person unseen,
born of a desire to help a traveler
burdened with a most unjust fate. You feel like you've seen them before, but you cannot remember who wore them. You feel like you've heard of them before, but you can't remember who spoke of them. You have no way to know. No way to ever find out. Those garments, however? They fit well, and grant you strength. More strength than you ever imagined.

Children who grow up in times of strife become
adults without ever knowing peace. Long ago,
one man was pained by this and emptied his
coffers to decorate the whole city. Entranced
by its beauty, the people forgot their troubles.

Though it has been an age, this man's will
lives on in all who wish for peace and prosperity
for all humankind. Basking in the city's glow,
they don their garb and think of that winter's night. Ring the bells. Partake in the feast. Wear your finest. An evening of joy for all. A single night's illusion. Sing. Pray. So we might one day know peace. So dreams might become reality.