Equip Trait
SP recovery +0.2/sec when there are enemies within range
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| max_hp | 100 |
| atk | 20 |
| attack_speed | 6 |
Talent Information
Info
All allies gain ASPD +7, allies within range gain another ASPD +5
Info
All allies gain ASPD +8(+1), allies within range gain another ASPD +5
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x20
x4
x120000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Deal a total of 120,000 damage with Angelina (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme 2-7 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Angelina, and the remaining units can consist only of 4 Operators |
Operator
Module Description
A faintly perfumed letter.Pretty handwriting on the envelope gave the recipient's name and address with great care, along with a dried pale purple flower stuck on with glue. The sender's face was sweet and brimmed with eagerness as she delivered it here, urging again and again to let her know straight away if there was a reply.
Angelina gingerly left the letter on the recipient's windowsill, using a nice-looking stone to keep this kindness in place, so that it wouldn't be blown off next morning in the wind.
How would the recipient feel when they saw it? With a light heart, Angelina leapt down from the building.
A very old box.
Seemingly years and years old, its sender was an elderly Infected who lived in a wasteland settlement. Shaking, he wrote the address in one long string, crossing it out midway and changing it many a time, before finally, with a look of satisfaction, shutting his eyes. Quickly and nimbly, his fellow residents moved him somewhere far away, and so waited for his return to dust.
Angelina found the address he had written, but the little cabin he'd reminisced about was no longer there. A splendorous new building stood in its place, and her gait came to a halt.
Who did the old man want to send the box to? What was inside it? Angelina carefully placed it back into her bag, and knew she'd never know the answers to these questions now.
A bag of vibrant green limes.
Angelina had meticulously picked these fruits out at the stall, plucked off the dead leaves, wiped them clean of grime, and even sprinkled a few fine droplets over them. With no recipient, no address, and no sender, she followed her own memories and arrived in a familiar place.
The third house from the east end of the street.
The mailbox had previously received a letter with a heart drawn on it, but the husband and wife behind the door never saw the sender for themselves.
Still, this morning, when they opened up at the knock of the door to find an veranda empty save for a few limes floating in midair, the couple knew their daughter had come by. They could've cried tears of joy, and perhaps they did.
Angelina sprung out from behind the door, and gave them a great, big hug.
