She was a person who forgot to return, a traveler who walked slowly at the end of the Starry Sky Railway. She did not return, did not look back, and the fire was her only trace. She walked slowly, but every step burned the darkness. It seemed that the end of the universe was just a red lotus in her dream, burning deeply in the night.
Her attack was called “Huanhuan Chenwei”, just like the waning moon in the poem. The flame was not ostentatious, but was quiet, and it was the pain of whispering. When she attacked, she was not angry, anxious, or silent, but she burned the enemy’s shell layer by layer, which was the disintegration of old memories and the soliloquy in the night rain.
Her skill was called “Youdao Xiangjian, Mingshu Shaking the Wind”, which sounded gentle as a eulogy written on a thin piece of paper. She gave herself to the fire and gave others the protection of “Huqi”. She chose to remain silent, like a girl walking in the rain alley, wearing a flaming raincoat, but only left a poem that was broken by the wind.
Her “burning” is a sacrifice and a transformation. Ordinary attacks are therefore transformed into “slowly burning”, like a solitary lamp illuminating the night, dim and resolute, not to amaze the world, but to illuminate the dust under her feet.
The ultimate skill “Yang Ji shines on the world, Lihuo is full of 綴” is very much like the sky after the rain breaking through the fog. The flames are across the sky, that is all her wishes unfolded at once, like reciting the poems that have been suppressed for many years in one breath, ignoring the enemy’s resilience, like a rebellious poem, not obeying, not bowing, only burning out.
The talent “goodness is full of blessings, virtue is flowing” makes the enemy’s flaws fully exposed, and breaking it is soul-wrenching. Every attack is like inserting a hot tear after the sentence, light but deep-rooted.
The secret skill “Zhao Zhao Che Lu” is like her standing still on the eve of a storm. Dizziness is just a prelude. Her appearance is always earlier and more serious than the enemy expects.
Those star souls and extra abilities are the lines of poetry she left on her journey – “The fox dust has gone, the cloud has a deadline” and “I have left my body, but now I have a few surnames” – like the broken pieces of paper in the ashes after the fire, still hot and breathing, like your unspoken words, which eventually turn into the signature in the wind.
The person who forgets to return walks by, it is the fire that walks by. She does not say goodbye, nor does she say to start, but just walks silently in the fire. She is not the one who waits for dawn, she is the one who lights the night herself.