Lies Dance on the Breeze
Stats
Lv.
80/80
Base HP 952
Base ATK 582
Base DEF 529Light Cone Effect
Deceit
Deceit
Increases the wearer's SPD by 18%. After the wearer uses an attack, there is a 120% base chance to inflict the "Bamboozle" state on every enemy target. While under the "Bamboozle" state, enemy targets have their DEF decreased by 16% for 2 turn(s). If the wearer's SPD is higher than or equal to 170, there is a 120% base chance to inflict the "Theft" state on every enemy target. While under the "Theft" state, enemy targets have their DEF decreased by 8% for 2 turn(s). When "Bamboozle" or "Theft" is repeatedly inflicted, only the most recently inflicted instance takes effect. Raw Params
Total Materials
Description
The cat-eared girl stretches her limbs on the rooftop, slinking into the night.
In the treasure vault that had slumbered for a thousand years, she glides effortlessly, gathering precious treasures into her embrace before vanishing without a sound.
"Foolish fate could never catch me!"
The wind through the ruins carries the scent of the wild, rustling her hood.
Resting her head against the cold stone, she swallows a bite of rough, dry rations, idly tossing a gold coin between her fingers.
A faint sound from afar reaches her ears. In that holy city bathed in dawn's light, the bustling crowds still revel in warmth and celebration.
"How much longer... a year, or ten thousand?"
She stretches with a lazy yawn, casting her restless thoughts aside.
"Hah, Cifera always has the last laugh!"
A golden streak of lightning cuts across the sky, and her proclamation lingers in the wind—
Just as it had a thousand years ago.
In the treasure vault that had slumbered for a thousand years, she glides effortlessly, gathering precious treasures into her embrace before vanishing without a sound.
"Foolish fate could never catch me!"
The wind through the ruins carries the scent of the wild, rustling her hood.
Resting her head against the cold stone, she swallows a bite of rough, dry rations, idly tossing a gold coin between her fingers.
A faint sound from afar reaches her ears. In that holy city bathed in dawn's light, the bustling crowds still revel in warmth and celebration.
"How much longer... a year, or ten thousand?"
She stretches with a lazy yawn, casting her restless thoughts aside.
"Hah, Cifera always has the last laugh!"
A golden streak of lightning cuts across the sky, and her proclamation lingers in the wind—
Just as it had a thousand years ago.