Equip Trait
Attacks deal Arts damage, and Slow the enemy for a moderate period of time
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| max_hp | 110 |
| atk | 45 |
Talent Information
Info
Restores the HP of all allies by 30 per second when this unit's skill is not active
Info
Restores the HP of all allies by 35 (+5) per second when this unit's skill is not active
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x60
x3
x100000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Complete a total of 5 battles; You must deploy your own Angelina, and have Angelina defeat at least 7 enemies |
| Clear Main Theme 4-4 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Angelina, and the remaining units can consist only of 2 Specialist Operators |
Operator
Module Description
I had this bizarre experience once.It was when I only just found out I had Oripathy, and they kicked me out of the city. There was this Messenger who'd been sprinting to the wasteland settlement for nights on end, just to hand me a letter, so she wouldn't 'let down anyone's goodwill.'
Maybe she noticed I was kind of out of my senses, because after I took the letter, she suddenly held her hand out at me, all serious.
'...If you're feeling down, I have this trick to make someone relax for a little. Do you wanna give it a shot?'
I was permanently conscious about contact after my whole Oripathy diagnosis, but she grabbed straight onto my arm.
Next thing to hit me was how my own body had gotten lighter.
So light I almost couldn't feel its presence anymore, and so I couldn't feel the Originium in me either. There was light shining out of her staff, Arts glittering like fireflies and circling around us, fading in and out.
Then I realized, we were fireflies floating in the air too. The land swayed away beneath our feet, and then I couldn't see my own shadow. All I saw was nomadic cityways stretching into the distance, the lights from all the settlements flickering like fireworks.
'Light as a feather, right? All your worries and cares floating like dust now?'
Along the nomadic city streets far away, the lights strung together into lines, with the skyscrapers' shadows melting into the night. I used to hurry along their walls down in the street, and the buildings always stood there being so ice-cold and mighty, but now they seemed so insignificant, distant and innocent.
'Deep breaths, in—out.'
My breathing fused with the wind. We peacefully floated in the night breeze, with the wasteland sand low below us, and all the stars in the sky felt within reach.
'—Congratulations. You've blown the dust away,' I heard the Messenger airily say.
