HP
19822
ATK
1674
DEF
870
Skills
Lv. 15/15
Wretched Valiance x4
Deal 35% damage to one enemy 4 times and increase all allies' attack by 10% for 10 seconds.
Cooldown: 18s
Lv. 15/15
Wretched Render x3
Deal 40% damage to one enemy 3 times and reduce their defense by 8% for 10 seconds.
Cooldown: 20s
Abilities
Lv. 15/15
Vigor
Attack up by 8%.
Lv. 15/15
Fleetfoot
Agility up by 8%.
Lv. 15/15
Barrier: Curtain of Darkness Rank 2
Reduce the effect of Burden: Curtain of Darkness.
Statistics
Level 60
HP15646
Attack1323
Defense686
Level 80 (Max Limit Break)
HP19822
Attack1674
Defense870
Timed or conditional passives are not included in the stats.
Weapon source
Sorry, no potential event source found.
Stories
I wander aimlessly beneath the scorching noonday sun. How
cruel to be given a mission in a place like this! But this was an
important task—one for me alone— which meant I had no
one to complain to.
cruel to be given a mission in a place like this! But this was an
important task—one for me alone— which meant I had no
one to complain to.
My mission is to eliminate a certain family. It's not their fault—
not really, anyway. They just stumbled across some classified
information. Yet the commands of heaven know not goodness
or malice, and a die once cast cannot be changed.
not really, anyway. They just stumbled across some classified
information. Yet the commands of heaven know not goodness
or malice, and a die once cast cannot be changed.
I continue to walk under a blazing sun. As I gaze at the
mirages that boil up from the earth, reality begins to slip from
my grasp. But my destination is near, so I keep myself
grounded, my feet firmly planted on the earth.
mirages that boil up from the earth, reality begins to slip from
my grasp. But my destination is near, so I keep myself
grounded, my feet firmly planted on the earth.
When I reach my destination, I find the house is smaller than
I remember. Inside are withered, desiccated corpses. Corpses
I had shot. Corpses of my beloved wife and child. Slowly,
I turn my back on reality and shut the door again.
I remember. Inside are withered, desiccated corpses. Corpses
I had shot. Corpses of my beloved wife and child. Slowly,
I turn my back on reality and shut the door again.