Equip Trait
SP does not recover when not blocking an enemy. When blocking an enemy, gain SP recovery, ATK +15%, and DEF +15%
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| atk | 85 |
| def | 110 |
Talent Information
Info
When HP is above 50%, attacks deal 123% damage; when HP is 50% or lower, gain 28% Shelter
Info
When HP is above 50%, attacks deal 125%(+2%) damage; when HP is 50% or lower, gain 30%(+2%) Shelter
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x20
x4
x120000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Defeat a total of 10 elite or leader enemies with Eunectes (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Side Story RI-7 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Eunectes, and have Eunectes defeat at least 2 Tiacauh Braves |
Operator
Module Description
Just what were those massive things sailing across the barrens? Zumama couldn't figure it out, try as she might over three straight sleepless nights.Gavial saw the heavy bags under Zumama's eyes, and on one hand showed the appropriate concern, while the other hand was clenched in a fist as unreserved as ever. Zumama crashed to the floor, but showed no hurry to get back up.
'Old Man Zuluzhak said those things were nomadic cities. What's a nomadic city?' Zumama asked as she stared up at the blue sky, giving her friend the same question that had been bothering her for three whole days. She'd never been this hung up before. Even the mushrooms she'd never seen before growing on trees only lingered on her mind for a day and a half.
Gavial gave an answer she considered incredibly wise, a saying she'd heard from Old Man Zuluzhak. 'It is why it is, and that's why it is.' Then she started pumping her arms. 'You rested enough, Zumama? Let's keep going!'
Zumama suddenly felt a little listless. She got up, and walked off to where the nomadic city had sailed past. Its outline was still faintly visible, but her eyes could see far further than her feet could take her. How could a child's gait ever catch up to a sailing machine? Sunset came, and she felt the distance between her and the nomadic city hadn't narrowed one bit.
She felt somewhat dejected, and gloomily sat on the ground, but bumped against something as she did. From underneath her, she pulled out a strange metallic ring. Zumama had once witnessed the most experienced boy of the tribe show off roughly the same thing. What was it called, again? A short name... a 'nud'? Maybe a 'nup'?
Zumama put it in her pocket. It was likely the thing hadn't even come off the nomadic city—it was just some careless traveler's dropped belonging—but all the same, Zumama loved it, very much.
She began to collect these abandoned and scrapped metal parts, putting them together with no principle whatsoever. At first, she bound them with thread, then stuck them together with glue, until she eventually learned from a passing caravan what welding was.
Finally, one day, this strange little contraption was born from Zumama's hands. Gavial and Tomimi's verdict was 'ugly', but still, she loved it, very much.
She clasped it in her hands, and came to where she once saw that nomadic city. It had long since vanished, but Zumama always had a feeling she could sense the tremors from it as it sailed.
Suddenly, a strange Liberi showed up beside her, and asked, 'What's on your mind there, young lady?'
She tightly gripped the tiny, ugly little thing in her hands, so hard her fingers hurt.
'I want to make it move.'
