Equip Trait
SP recovery +0.2/sec when there are enemies within range
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| max_hp | 110 |
| atk | 40 |
Talent Information
Info
Prioritizes attacking Drones; Increases ATK to 165% when attacking Drones
Info
Prioritizes attacking Drones; Increases ATK to 170% (+5%) when attacking Drones
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x2
x20
x4
x50000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Defeat a total of 20 Drone enemies with Glaucus (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme 5-7 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Glaucus, and have Glaucus defeat at least 2 Arts Master A1s |
Operator
Module Description
Not one person could put words to her joy in that moment.When Glaucus gets her hands on this suit, she doesn't have any particularly great expectations. She imagines it'll just enable her to walk a bit faster, stand a bit longer, give her a few more days in her life of feeling the sensation of the ground with her own two legs.
She's not all too clear on what kind of change it can bring into her life, but she's sure it beats a wheelchair, and it'll give her a bare minimum sort of comfort during the times she can use it—she'd like to be able to stand as long as she wishes, after all.
Fraction by fraction, she installs the exoskeleton around her legs. The ice-cold metal presses against her skin, and the straps bind her weakened leg muscles tight. She gives lifting one leg a try, against the heavy frame has her all the more unable to move her feet.
She's spent so long unable to run now.
'Is this really going to do anything?'
Glaucus whispers to herself. She's not sure; she's never touched this sort of technology before.
A few years ago, when Glaucus learned her leg muscle atrophy was caused by a hereditary disease in her family, she still had hopes she'd be lucky, thinking how maybe it could be cured, that it was only serious for a tiny fraction of her family, and she wouldn't be so unfortunate.
Yet as the days went by, Glaucus realized nothing could prevent the gradual loss of strength in her legs, and all she could do was talk herself into accepting this, how it was bound to happen to her body sooner or later.
But today, abruptly, with an unwavering power, the exoskeleton braces her body. Hurriedly, Glaucus seizes on this force and stands up, nervousness overcoming her, the bloodrush as her heart violently pounds causing her to take a tiny step forward.
Then comes a second.
A third.
A fourth.
Glaucus walks through the door, this physically choking emotion surging through her head, squeezing all her reason out. She has a sudden urge to run that defies everything. Even though she still hasn't gotten a hold of her balance, she feels she's gotten a miraculous hold of everything.
The metal is ice-cold, steel-solid, and it braces her frail legs. She runs like the wind, runs for the endless world outside.
