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A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
An exceptionally powerful polearm that also offers a simple but elegant solution to the issue of the easily stained white tassel.
A fictional story of a band of five heroes who go off on a dragon hunt. It is poorly written and structurally incoherent. Its value lies in the many lessons that can be learned from failure.
An extremely ancient bow that has retained its power despite its original master being long gone. It draws power from everyone and everything in the world, and the further away you are from that which your heart desires, the more powerful it is.
A blade custom made for a famed samurai who could strike down a tengu warrior, known for their incredible agility, in midair.
A standard-issue recurve bow of the Knights of Favonius. Only the best archers can unleash its full potential.
A sharp crimson polearm that was once a gladiator's priceless treasure. Its awl has been stained by the blood of countless beasts and men.
A ceremonial hunting bow that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A sharp spear. Only its tip remains freshly bloodstained.
This longbow's color is unpredictable. Under the light, it takes on a lustrous, watery blue.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A beacon that shows the direction of the wind. Not every idyll carried on the breeze remains a gentle thing...
An ancient jade pendant that gleams like clear water. It seems to have been used in ancient ceremonies.
A heavy notebook filled with musical scores. Though suffering from moth damage and heavy wear-and-tear, there is still much power to be found among the hand-written words within.
The great king of the ocean. Having been air-dried, it makes for a fine weapon as well as emergency sustenance.
A standard-issue longsword of the Knights of Favonius. When you're armed with this agile and sharp weapon, channeling the power of the elements has never been so easy!
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A sharp blade with extravagant carvings that somehow does not compromise on durability and sharpness. It roars like a lion as it cuts through the air.
An ancient longsword discovered in the Blackcliff Forge that cuts through rocks like a hot knife through butter.
A sword whose power faded when the story ended. It will now embark upon a new journey with the power that remains within it, which commemorates a certain great dream.
A ceremonial hunting bow that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A standard-issue recurve bow of the Knights of Favonius. Only the best archers can unleash its full potential.
A ceremonial sword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A heavy greatsword. A clock is embedded within it, though its internal mechanisms have long been damaged.
A fluorescent greatsword with no sharp edge that crushes enemies with brute force and raw power.
A dim black glaze pearl that is said to have the power to read the purity of one's heart.
A heavy ceremonial sword of the Knights of Favonius. It channels elemental power easily and is highly destructive.
A greatbow that symbolizes Dvalin's affiliation with the Anemo Archon. The sound of the bow firing is music to the Anemo Archon's ears. It contains the power of the sky and wind within.
An ancient greatsword discovered in the Blackcliff Forge. It swings with such an immense force that one feels it could cut straight through reality itself.
A fictional story of a band of five heroes who go off on a dragon hunt. It is poorly written and structurally incoherent. Its value lies in the many lessons that can be learned from failure.
A secret tome that belonged to the scholars of the Knights of Favonius. It describes the logic and power of elements and matter.
A weapon you obtained from an Aranara tale. It has taken on the shape of a bow that can shoot the enemies of the forest down.
A pitch-black longsword that thirsts for violence and conflict. It is said that this weapon can cause its user to become drunk on the red wine of slaughter.
An anthology of exquisite poetry. It contains quite a few poems beloved by Mondstadters, concerning the skies, dandelions, and other such topics.
An ancient greatsword that gleams like the waters themselves. A thousand years of sand erosion has not dulled its unnaturally sharp edge one bit.
In the distant past, this was the beloved spear of a famed Inazuman bandit.
A ceremonial greatsword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A certain shrine maiden once owned this warbow. It was made with surpassing skill, and is both intricate and sturdy.
A dully gilded catalyst secretly guarded in the Blackcliff Forge. It seems to glow with the very light from the sky.
An ancient greatsword that was stored between frescoes. Forged from Starsilver, it has the power to cleave through ice and snow.
A nautical chart featuring nearby currents and climates that somehow found its way into Liyue via foreign traders.
This famed blade was born in a nation to the far north. But in the name of "Isshin," it was stained with many a dark deed on its home-bound journey.
A sword made from materials that do not belong in this world. The power within might even be able to withstand the corruption of a venom that could corrode a mighty dragon.
A bow painted the color of transgression and nights of illusion.
A handy length of abandoned copper pipe that was once used as a weapon. It was famous — or infamous, depending — in some circles.
A spear forged from the rocks of the Guyun Stone Forest. Its hardness knows no equal.
An extremely ancient bow that has retained its power despite its original master being long gone. It draws power from everyone and everything in the world, and the further away you are from that which your heart desires, the more powerful it is.
Notes left behind by a top student. Many useful spells are listed, and the handwriting is beautiful.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
A special lance that was once used by a famed warrior who guarded the Tatarigami on Yashiori Island.
A national treasure of Byakuyakoku stored in the Dainichi Mikoshi. With the coming of the Serpent God, this item was used to notarize great oaths and wishes.
A sword of unique craftsmanship. It does not appear to belong to this world.
A polearm made in the style of the Knights of Favonius. Its shaft is straight, and its tip flows lightly like the wind.
An exotic weapon with an extremely long blade on the top and a crescent blade at the bottom. It found its way into Liyue through foreign traders. With practice, it can deal heavy damage.
A bow that once served as an extraordinary instrument. It is no longer capable of getting people up and dancing.
A claymore that symbolizes the pride of Dvalin soaring through the skies. When swung, it emits a deep hum as the full force of Dvalin's command of the sky and the wind is unleashed.
A ceremonial greatsword that has become petrified over time. The trinkets on it are still visible. It grants the wielder the power to withstand the winds of time.
A polearm as straight as a flag pole. Well suited to most combat situations, it has an imposing presence when swung.
A sturdy sheet of iron that may be powerful enough to break apart mountains if wielded with enough willpower.
A spear created from the fang of a dragon. It is oddly warm to the touch.
A straight sword as black as the night. It once belonged to a thief who roamed the benighted streets.
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Whereabouts Should Dreams Rest
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
This is the edge of the Asdana system. The ocean of memoria roars with mountainous waves and she, like a singular tiny spark, may be doused at any moment in the storm. "For one who cannot dream to enter the Synesthesia Dreamscape, they would have to pay a price comparable to death." She can still hear her companions' concerned voices next to her ears. She takes a deep breath and dives into the Memory Zone. As the vessel silently sinks into the depth of the Memory Zone, small pinpricks of firefly lights dissipate from the cracks and are then immediately swallowed up by the endless darkness. "Wherefore do you hurtle unto death?" In the ocean of memoria that grows deeper and deeper, the weak light emitted by the Memory Zone creatures are like faraway eyes that nonchalantly glance at her. Dreams remained too distant for her. She gazes emptily out at the boundless darkness, her body and soul having reached the breakdown threshold long ago under the heavy pressure of memoria. Though she realizes her consciousness is gradually fading, only those remaining memories are playing over and over in her brain — The Swarm that covered the sky tore through the frontline defenses as she flew towards the Swarm while enveloped in fire. The charred ash of the Swarm faded like snow, under which lies the pitch-black carcasses of the knights. She didn't even have the time to take a bouquet and offer her final acknowledgement to knights, who were dying one after another. Their lives bloomed in the blink of an eye and went out equally fleetingly. Like a string of genetic code, they never possessed names and only had numbers allotted instead. "Wherefore do you live?" In the deathly silence, like flames dissolving in the sea, she is reduced to a singular spot of fire and unendingly progresses towards the light... She opens her eyes after what seems to be forever. She sees the "future" looking like a pearl, radiating with a soft and vague light. Tears stream down her face — "I do it to find... my own 'dream'..."
I Venture Forth to Hunt
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"Pitiful, laughable slaves..." The Denizens of Abundance's legions come crashing upon the border like an avalanche, with Lupitoxin rushing toward the Verdant Knights like a tide, trying to arouse the deep-set fear hidden in the soldiers' hearts. Illusions of dread came forth, striking the wills of the warriors, compelling them to drop their blades and be seized by hesitation. But the front remains stalwart like a bronze wall, unstirred by the borisins' disdainful words. From among the soldiers, a single figure saunters forth. She moves her body at a slow pace, and the flags behind her rustle under the unseen killing intent. "The general... it's the general..." "General Feixiao..." "The Merlin's Claw!" These small cheers and calls then come together into a thunderous battle cry. "Always soaring! Forever triumphant!" She stands there, alone. A single figure, but imbued with the might of an entire army.
Good Night and Sleep Well
lvl 30 Overlay lvl 1
The dim light outlines the dust tracks, As a young girl mumbles sweetly in her sleep. A silent figure appears behind her. "Well, well, well, you're cuter without those glasses — I knew it." The guitarist stares at her sleeping face, muttering to herself: "Good night, the genius girl that worries a lot."
Eternal Calculus
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 3
Eternally suspended in the void, Streams of shimmering data flood into THEIR mind. Turning all things past and future into symbols, THEY deduce the end from the beginning. Knowledge, answers, truths... In the mist of information, a brilliant light arises, And everything becomes clear to THEM.
Memories of the Past
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
An old photo lies on the far end of the table in the guardian's residence. She would always subconsciously move her eyes away whenever she happened to see it. The memories of the past had already become distant, but the dreams of today still linger.
Concert for Two
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 2
"Big brother, what's this..." "It's been so long since you sang with joy... I've built a stage for you, though it's... a bit rudimentary." "But the teacher thinks I'm not cut out for this..." "Nonsense, I think you sound amazing! And your dreams will definitely come true. You deserve to sing on a bigger stage..." ... Many years later, she stood on a dazzling stage, looking at the surging fans below, but lost herself for a moment... On the long journey of chasing dreams, she would always remember that trusting gaze and her first "concert." No glamorous lights, no elaborate makeup, just a child building a stage to encourage another child to pursue their dreams. "Now, our dreams have come true. But... are they still 'our' dreams?" She tightened her grip on the microphone. Before the next song began, she didn't even have time to feel sad.
Memories of the Past
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 5
An old photo lies on the far end of the table in the guardian's residence. She would always subconsciously move her eyes away whenever she happened to see it. The memories of the past had already become distant, but the dreams of today still linger.
Geniuses' Repose
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
She pointed at that green rice cake. "The experiment has ended. Time to take a break. I just can't miss this freshly made dessert." She saw the puppet girl frowning in deep thought. "Well, in your current body, you can only look but not eat. I'll make you a box of new ones when the time comes." She saw the mechanical aristocrat hesitating at his own cup. "Don't worry. It's only machine oil. Perfectly safe for you to consume."
Cruising in the Stellar Sea
lvl 50 Overlay lvl 5
Coursing 'tween the sea of stars, THEY cruise with the speed of a rainbow's chromatic flash. A journey of hunting undying abominations, collecting cures and miracles, and seeking deliverance. Akin to a vow unbroken, THEIR voyage will be, ad infinitum.
Sleep Like the Dead
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
The boy is still tightly grasping the sword even when fast asleep against the general's shoulder. The general gently taps the boy's cheek, and the boy mutters in his sleep. "General... I finally... won." The general pauses. He suddenly realizes that, compared to the boy trying to improve every day, he himself has endured too many years and is used to stagnation. "You will soon be better than everyone, and that will only be the beginning..."
Dance! Dance! Dance!
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 3
"Why couldn't Hook do a spinning dance move, just like how Clara does?" She clenched her tiny fists and pouted her cute lips, her chubby little face looking redder than ever under her signature felt hat. "Please, Mr. Svarog, can you please help Hook with this?" Without saying any words, Mr. Svarog began to hold out his robotic arm. "I'm g—gonna be sick!!! Put me down now! Please!"
Swordplay
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 2
Looking rather skeptical, the girl thrust the small sword at her imaginary enemy in an attempt to convince herself that this thing was useful. How can something so feeble compete with my two-handed sword? Do enemies even notice when they get stabbed? The owner of the sword did not seem to care about its size. After all, enemies are defeated by strategy, not swords. It doesn't matter whether the sword is heavy or light, as long as you use the pointy end.
What Is Real?
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 1
"If all the clocks are displaying the wrong time..." "If those bound to promises fulfilled their vows through betrayal..." "If those who sink into the realm of dreams never truly fell asleep..." "If the dead return to life, only to discover their names have been stripped..." "If... if..." He blows out the flame, and in darkness, there is but the eternal ticking of the timepiece.
The Birth of the Self
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 4
In the beginning, it had the exact same pose as the previous portrait. Looking at the face identical to hers, she was convinced that this was not her. "Impossible. How can two portraits be exactly the same?" She tweaked its joints, opened its eyes, and made its fingers softer. She looked happy when all the changes were done. "Completely different from yesterday. This is more like who I am today."
River Flows in Spring
lvl 30 Overlay lvl 2
The young boy took a short break from his sword practice. The sunlight was baking his already heated neck. He slowly got into the water, whose coldness touched his bare feet. When the bell chimes and birds tweet, even the people far away would know that springtime had arrived.
Passkey
lvl 80 Overlay lvl 4
A drop of strength condensed from time itself. All the seemingly insignificant moments come together to form the magnificent choir of fate. "Knowledge is locked behind a gate, the key to which is hidden from those seeking answers from others, while made obvious for those determined to find it on their own."
Resolution Shines As Pearls of Sweat
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
The limelight cast on the boxing ring is bright, but no brighter than all those beads of sweat running down his back. He has long been determined to use his two fists to protect those he cherishes the most. After all, they are the ones who ignited his determination in the first place. They are the ones who have always been there for him, be it inside or outside the boxing ring.
Only Silence Remains
lvl 1 Overlay lvl 1
"Shouldn't we get off? It's our stop." A chuckle came from above. His eyes moved, but he didn't look up. "To be clear, March always says you're expressionless, but I don't agree." "The train's data bank show traces of an update, but the results weren't saved." "So... which entry were you having trouble with?" He grasped his pen tighter as he looked at the bloody scene drawn in the notebook from memory. "I see. It was the one about you..."
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Astra Yao
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Lv.40
Harumasa
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Lv.30
Soldier 11
Lv.40
Lv.40
Soldier 0 - Anby
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Grace
Lv.10
Nekomata
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Anby
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Nicole
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Anton
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Corin
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Ben
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Soukaku
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Lucy
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Lv.30
Billy
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Seth
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Piper
Lv.1
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Zenless Zone Zero
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