Status
2046
Status
2046
1-2
45
Resistances
Normal
[x1]
Ineff.
[x0.5]
Normal
[x1]
[x1.2]
[x1.2]
[x0.2]
Normal
[x1]
Ineff.
[x0.5]
Normal
[x1]
Endure
[x0.75]
Stagger Threshold
60% (1227)
0% (0)
-20% (-409)
level: 45
5
+6
6
+6
SKILL 2
10
+3
SKILL 5
Gain Clash Power equal to (# of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn x2)
[On Use] Inflict (# of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn x2)
Burn to all enemies
[On Use] Inflict (# of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn x2)
[On Hit] Inflict Burn equal to the number of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn
[On Hit] Inflict Burn equal to the number of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn
[On Hit] Raise Stagger Threshold by 10% of damage dealt
10
+3
SKILL 6
[Unclashable]
[Target Fixed]
Damage dealt by this Attack Skill is fixed to 0.
[Target Fixed]
Damage dealt by this Attack Skill is fixed to 0.
Convert a number of non-Wrath Affinity Skills equal to the value of mrcaiba into Wrath Affinity.
PASSIVE
On Hit, inflict combustion equal to (# of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn).
On Hit, heal HP equal to (# of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn x2).
On Hit, heal HP equal to (# of Wrath Affinity Skills that the Ardor Blossom Moth will use this turn x2).
PASSIVE
At 30%- HP, gain +1 more mrcaiba
PASSIVE
Story
I will describe my impressions of the encounter with this. It has the appearance of a butterfly—a moth, perhaps—set aflame. Nay, allow me to rearticulate. It would be more evocative to say that the flame itself has taken the form of such an insect. It is surrounded by a crowd of red, fiery sparks. This brings to mind memories from my youth. Oft did I collect twigs only to set them ablaze to watch as the fire consumed them. The very same embers that disappeared into the night sky can be observed from this entity. Watching the little bonfire, watching the twigs turn into bright red lanterns, then into black soot—I could not help but reach out to appreciate its warmth. Many share this sentiment, no? We need not touch the fire to know that it blisters our skin and burns our bones. Yet we still yearn for its heat, to grow nearer to it. Perhaps I had mused as such as its blaze danced and flickered so gently before us. Such is all I have to say. → Right, mate, but fancy speech doesn’t explain why you decided to stroll right under its nose and burn yourself to a crisp, does it? → We have garnered a piece of useful intelligence from his death, however. The ‘embers’ Yi Sang brought back could spread to others under certain circumstances. → … And it spread right onto you and burned your skin. Most people I know would have a little more intense reaction to getting burned alive. → Well, yes. But the pain was relatively manageable.
I had an opportunity to engage it in combat. We have learned that, with my last approach, its embers may latch onto our bodies and spread to others under particular circumstances. It was a shard of information gained only by chance, but it will still aid us as we carefully work out a strategy against this foe. (This does not indicate self-absolution of responsibility. I apologize for acting without much discussion among us.) Allow its wings to touch us, and it will impart its embers upon our bodies. From my brush with it, I came to realize that its strength grew the more ember it held. Thus, it follows that breaking its wings would allow us to take the offensive in this battle. I propose that we welcome the embers from its wings to our embrace. These flames… they do not burn; they only bring us warmth. Perhaps accepting them may be of benefit to us. However, the burns that my fellows have suffered afore… I must wonder what has caused it to inflict such pain upon them. I know not enough information to comment further. Such is all I have to say.
I may have ascertained the method in which it ‘sparks’ the embers. In hindsight, the answer was quite patently obvious. To awaken the dying embers, to revive its flames, one must fan it until it rises. There is a moment in which it flutters its wings with such strength that it creates a gust of wind. Every ember near it explodes in size and assaults us as the unrelenting gust summoned in that instance makes it appear like a giant ball of flame. The giant ball of flame, in turn, spreads the embers upon us, growing into a greater flame. The embers then ‘ignite’, burning my fellows near me. The more embers it has, the greater its strength grows. Perchance it would be to our benefit that we embrace the warmth… … but do mind that allowing its gust to overwhelm us could be devastating. Then, such is all I have to say.
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