This Love, Forever
Stats
Lv.
80/80
Base HP 1270
Base ATK 476
Base DEF 463Light Cone Effect
A Promise
A Promise
Increases the wearer's SPD by 18%. When the wearer's memosprite uses Memosprite Skill on one ally, gains "Blank," which increases DMG taken by all enemies by 10%. When the wearer's memosprite uses Memosprite Skill on an enemy, gains "Verse," which increases CRIT DMG of all allies by 16%. When the wearer's memosprite has both "Blank" and "Verse," increases the effects of both "Blank" and "Verse" by 60%. Raw Params
Total Materials
Description
The azure sky reflects a brilliant tomorrow.
One step, two steps... the maiden's path has been so long, but fortunately those cherished stories haven't been forgotten by the cycles of time.
Now, written together by everyone, the epic has been completed, welcoming its finale.
Stars, flowers, birds, and a beautiful new world.
Gauze, wreaths, long dresses, and the wind that carries blessings.
The quest of thirty million lifetimes transformed into a single moment of happiness, enough to outweigh an eternity of words.
"Hee, it's a promise..."
The girl turns around to give a gentle smile.
"One of us stays in the past, and the other walks toward the future... but our hearts have never been apart ♪"
She rises onto her toes and steps into the past.
And memory, transforming into ripples of past reverie, drifts toward tomorrow.
One step, two steps... the maiden's path has been so long, but fortunately those cherished stories haven't been forgotten by the cycles of time.
Now, written together by everyone, the epic has been completed, welcoming its finale.
Stars, flowers, birds, and a beautiful new world.
Gauze, wreaths, long dresses, and the wind that carries blessings.
The quest of thirty million lifetimes transformed into a single moment of happiness, enough to outweigh an eternity of words.
"Hee, it's a promise..."
The girl turns around to give a gentle smile.
"One of us stays in the past, and the other walks toward the future... but our hearts have never been apart ♪"
She rises onto her toes and steps into the past.
And memory, transforming into ripples of past reverie, drifts toward tomorrow.