Sunday,
He is an unfinished poem,
A deep imaginary number, hiding endless light.
His name is like the wind in the morning,
Gentle, but carrying heavy power.
The exclusive light cone “Flight Back to the Earth” is
The breath of the earth and the pulse of life.
When he casts a skill,
Energy flows like a spring, flowing into the bodies of teammates,
“Holy Chant” is layered,
As gentle as starlight, but sharp.
His attack is like lightning after rain,
“Flashing Exhortation” tears the void,
It is both a confession and a duel.
“Gift of Paper and Ceremony” allows allies to act quickly,
As if time is cut into pieces,
Every second is full of infinite possibilities.
The ultimate skill “Praise of Lightness and Scars” is like the ocean,
Broad and deep,
Infusing the target with the light of life,
The power of “The Blessed” surges,
Critical damage surges like waves.
Talents are like the rhymes of poems,
“The body of confession” is the affectionate whisper,
and the secret skill “Secret of Glory” is the loudest chorus,
which resonates with everyone.
Extra abilities are like the weight of the earth,
“Sunday Desire” does not consume skill points,
“Sublime Whisk” is like morning dew,
“Port of Peace in the Palm” dispels the haze,
like light penetrating the fog.
His attribute upgrades,
are the heavy words in the poem,
Critical damage, effect resistance, defense,
Resistance penetration, speed increase, and critical damage conversion in the Star Soul,
are the rhythm and melody in the poem.
Sunday,
He is an unfinished poem,
In the long night of the Star Dome Railway,
Use light and shadow to write his own legend.