She is coming, at the border of the distant Milky Way, her figure, like an unfinished long poem, slowly but firmly walks towards us. She is not a memory, she is a brand new symbol. Her name, called “Big Black Tower”, a name with weight, is like a hot iron block of history falling on the earth, sparking sparks and illuminating the night. She came from the Black Tower, but she is not just the echo of the Black Tower. She is an answer, a cry, and the brightest syllable in the echo of the universe.
And we, in order to welcome this poetic traveler, must be prepared. We must prepare to extinguish the pronucleus for her, which is the residual warmth of the heartbeat when the universe cools down; we must collect the glimmering pronucleus, which is the first ray of fire when hope is ignited; we must also condense the moving pronucleus, which is the omen of all life surging in silence. This is not a list of materials, this is an offering to the future.
You need these materials – 56 extinguished pronuclei, 71 glimmering pronuclei, 73 agitated pronuclei – this is not a simple stacking, but the starting point of holding a star with both hands. In order to fully unfold her traces – her thoughts, her steps, her beliefs – you also need 139 exquisite line drawings, 69 dynamic line drawings, and 18 messy sketches. These are the raw materials of art, the drafts of a poet, writing his own rhythm between battle and tranquility.
Credit points, a total of 3.88 million, this is the investment of the entire interstellar era in her growth. These numbers are not cold codes, but the reason why we still don’t give up after failures again and again, it is love, persistence, and indomitable courage.
Her light cone is called “Towards the Unquestionable”. This name itself is a poem. She is not afraid of darkness, but asks about the light behind the darkness. She does not sink into the answer, but explores the depths of the problem, using the torch of the soul to illuminate those areas that no one dares to touch.
To forge this light cone, you need 20 extinguished pronuclei, 20 dim pronuclei, 14 moving pronuclei, 31 sketch materials, and 385,000 credits. You need to collect fire from the ashes of reality, and piece together the backbone from the broken dreams to build a poetic weapon for her.
Her breakthrough is a poetic progression. From the initial trial of level 20 to the complete awakening of level 80, each level is accompanied by the pain of reality and the reshaping of fantasy. The refrigerated dream box is a condensation of dream fragments, 65 of which will be ignited one by one during this journey.
Her growth journey is never isolated. Every time she improves her footprints, it is a collision between the soul and the sea of stars. The footprints of fate are the handwriting of the poet; the fragments of good fortune are the feathers of freedom; every stroke records struggle and hope. 8 traces of fate and 12 pieces of good fortune are the voices she brings back to us from the depths of time.
You will find “Flying Shadow” in “Battlefield of the Heart Beast•Aftermath of the War” – that is the shadow on her way forward, and the mirror image of her rebuilding light in the confrontation. In the fights again and again, you not only fight for her, but also for the faith in your heart that refuses to be extinguished.
And her additional abilities are named like poems: “Hungry Landscape”, “Letter from Beyond the Horizon”, “Cold Honesty”. She is not steel, she is a language with a sharp edge in gentleness. As her skills unfold layer by layer, we see the complexity of an existence – eager to understand the world, but always keeping a distance from the world.
The messy sketches, dynamic line drawings and exquisite line drawings she needs must be obtained through “Buds of Wisdom•Imitation of Calyx (Red)”. In this red trial land that symbolizes knowledge, you are not fighting mechanically, but fighting with cosmic knowledge, seeking order in chaos, and discovering poetry in boredom.
Materials are just means; numbers are just identifiers; the real meaning lies in the image you create in your heart – she is not just a game character, but a symbol of spirit, the embodiment of ideals, and a girl who sings the song of ideals in a chaotic era. Each of her skills echoes like a poem; each of her actions is a journey towards light.
She is the Big Black Tower, not steel, not programming settings, and not a pile of virtual data. She is the only star note that you and I have taken together in the sea of stars, and she is our common answer to refusing silence.
She stands at the end of the Milky Way, using a cone of light to tear a hole in the void, allowing those unspeakable dreams, unreached thoughts, and unproven hopes to pass through the depth and darkness, recited like poetry, until they reach us.
She is not to be shaped, but to awaken the self in your heart who has been sleeping for too long