Aglaya is the lonely thunder on the Star Dome Railway. Her growth is like a slowly flowing dream, gently and quietly blooming in the gap between light and shadow.
The materials she needs are like fragments scattered in time: seventy-four pieces of flesh and blood crushed by fear, ninety-seven chests torn by courage, seventy-three bodies baptized by glory, and sixty-five nails of the beast coffin. These numbers, like a string of calm but heavy symbols, faintly tell the pain and loneliness of growth.
Eighteen seeds of thinking, eighty-one manas buds, one hundred and twenty-three Alaya flowers, these light spots like flickering in dreams are the faint voices in the depths of her soul, waiting to be awakened and touched.
Her exclusive light cone, named “Weaving Time into Gold”, is like a ritual of light, requiring twenty pieces of fearful flesh and blood, twenty pieces of courageous chests, fourteen pieces of glorious bodies, four seeds of thought, twelve manas sprouts, fifteen Alayas, and three hundred and eighty-five thousand credits. Time is woven into gold, but it is so fragile that it seems to break at the touch.
Breakthrough is her silent cry again and again. Five pieces of fearful flesh and blood, four thousand credits, are the starting point; ten pieces of fear, eight thousand credits, are the struggle; the nails of the beast coffin and the courageous chest are intertwined, accompanied by the baptism of glory, layer by layer, weaving scars and glory on her body. Every upgrade is like engraving a secret pattern on her soul, which cannot be erased or told.
Her traces are the footprints left on the long journey. Fifty-nine pieces of fearful flesh, eighty-two pieces of courageous chest, fifty-eight pieces of gloriously baptized body, eighteen seeds of thought, eighty-one manas sprouts, one hundred and twenty-three Alaya flowers, twelve pieces of good fortune, and eight footprints of fate. This is a silent accumulation, a silent dialogue between her and time.
These materials are not simple materials, they are her life that gradually becomes real on the Star Dome Railway. The nails of the beast coffin are hidden in the shadow of the prison, which is the fear she must face; the good fortune is the fragment of light, which can only be obtained when the “Flying Shadow” is defeated. The seeds of thought, the manas sprouts and the Alaya are the secrets of the new version, like the seeds of life, waiting to bloom one day in the future.
Credit points are invisible companions and the road paved for her by countless players. Without these accumulations, no matter how powerful the thunder and lightning are, they cannot burn, and no matter how beautiful the light is, it will dim.
The discount of stored value is a bridge between reality and virtuality. The three-minute direct storage is a fast time travel, a ritual for pioneers to create a glorious moment for Aglaiya.
Her growth is not just a pile of numbers, but also a lonely journey of the soul. Every piece of material, every breakthrough, is her shouting in silence and breathing in time. Her thunder penetrates the loneliness of the Star Dome Railway, and also penetrates the desire and expectation in the hearts of players.
This road of cultivation is an interweaving of light and shadow, a symphony of loneliness and power. May all the pioneers who protect her find their own light on this journey, and find the tenderness and tenacity that blooms in thunder and lightning.