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Darting Arrow

lvl 20 Overlay lvl 1

A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "The battle has begun. Arrows are thirsty for blood."

Shared Feeling

lvl 26 Overlay lvl 1

When the doctor found the wounded girl, she was clinging to a machine that had stopped working, with all sorts of parts filling her pocket. She took the girl back to her clinic and treated the wounds. Drops of sweat slowly rolled down the girl's cheek, but she remained silent and her hands didn't stop fiddling the machine. To the doctor, the way the girl was attached to the machine was very much like how she was attached to her patients who needed help. So the doctor did not try to comfort the girl nor did she nag her about being more careful; but rather, she sat down with her to give her a moment of peace.

Collapsing Sky

lvl 9 Overlay lvl 1

A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "The death of all things is as natural as their birth. Time erodes everything, turning all tangible entities to dust."

Make the World Clamor

lvl 30 Overlay lvl 1

She stood on the stage, waving at her audience, encouraging them to make their voice heard. Songs, shouts, or laments — anything that makes a sound. Voice your thoughts, so others can come to help. "Don't make your heart as cold as this concrete jungle." — Make the world clamor.

Mediation

lvl 14 Overlay lvl 1

A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "What can be more joyous than purging disharmony?"

Mediation

lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1

A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "What can be more joyous than purging disharmony?"

A Secret Vow

lvl 29 Overlay lvl 1

The boy would always make sure that his gloves and elbow guards were in good shape before leaving. He treasured his gloves more than anything because they were tight enough to hide secrets. With this layer of protection, no one could see the bandages on his hand and the wound beneath them. He would be treated as if he was normal, and he would be greeted just like everyone else. That was all he asked for.