Under the boundless starry sky, there is a kind of silence, like the sea in the middle of the night, cold and transparent.
“Sunday” walked into this world, softly and firmly, like a silent boat, slowly sliding across the river of time.
He is not the most dazzling flame on the battlefield, but the gentle light, warm but not ostentatious, silently watching everyone’s pulse.
His power, hidden in the name of “Tongxie”, is a restrained power.
He is not good at shouting loudly,
but he can use every skill to awaken the sleeping life.
His light cone, named “Flight Back to the Earth”,
seems to tell you: no matter how far you fly, your heart must always return to tranquility.
When he casts a skill,
it is like an invisible wind, gently brushing the face of the ally.
Their pace suddenly quickened, the damage suddenly increased,
and the power of the summoned creatures was also awakened, like the memories that were evoked, warm and fresh.
In his ultimate move, he performed “Ode to Lightness and Scars”.
This is a ritual of healing and protection,
which brings energy to allies and cloaks them in the aura of “the Blessed”.
The critical damage is carefully stitched, and every stitch is his deep care.
The glory of the Blessed fades slowly over time, but never disappears.
His talent is silent words,
which makes the critical rate rise quietly, and the secret skills are like a starting point,
which lights up the team’s hope at the beginning of the battle.
He has the power that does not consume skill points,
the energy surge at the beginning of the battle,
and the ability to dispel negative effects.
These are the soft strength in his heart,
which silently but deeply supports the team’s progress.
His attribute upgrades are not ostentatious,
critical damage, defense, resistance,
just like his inner practice, heavy but not revealing.
His star soul is his deep secret,
layer upon layer of power,
like the memory stacked in his heart,
let him and his allies’ speed and strength leap together,
let the critical hit rate transform into endless critical hit damage,
this is an internal cycle, a hidden rhythm.
“Sunday” is not a wild flame,
but a gently flowing warmth.
In the cold starry sky,
he weaves a protective net with silence,
making loneliness no longer lonely,
making silence become strength.
When you feel lost in battle,
he is the soft light,
not impatient, firm and gentle.
His existence is a silent companionship,
silently guarding every life in the long river of time.
This is “Sunday”,
the silence of light and shadow,
lonely but gentle,
on the track of the Star Dome Railway,
he is a low-pitched poem,
gently telling of hope and protection.