The orbit under the stars rotates slowly, and the wind of time blows through the silent void.
“Sunday” is like a beam of light, penetrating the darkness of the night and awakening the sleeping universe.
He is a singer in the distant sea of stars, singing the power of harmony and the mystery of imaginary numbers.
His name is not just a title, but a poem and a belief.
He buried the seeds of life in every skill he cast,
and sprinkled the fire of “Holy Song” on his allies. The fire burned in the wind and burned into a raging flame.
That flame is not just a number of damage, but the burning of hope and the courage to fight.
His light cone is like the wings of the earth, soaring under the starry sky,
carrying healing and strength, and the echo of energy.
Skills are like rituals in the storm, awakening sleeping lives, dispelling haze, giving them freedom of action,
allowing them to dance in the wind and become the brightest light on the battlefield.
When he summons the ultimate skill, the praise of lightness and scars,
It is the surge of energy and the echo of life.
The halo of “The Blessed” slowly spreads, and the sharp edge of the critical strike shines like a blooming flower.
He guards in the wind, in the torrent of time,
Guarding those blessed souls until the last moment of glory dissipates.
His talent is a silent oath,
expressing the power of critical strikes,
and the secret skills are the prelude to the battle,
igniting the blood of all members and stirring every corner of the battlefield.
The extra power comes from the deep desire in the heart,
the skills without consumption, endless energy, dispelling all debuffs,
as free as the wind, as firm as light.
He is the watcher under the stars,
carving out the trajectory of the battle with the flames of critical strikes,
building a solid wall with defense and resistance,
on the vast starry sky railway,
he is the indispensable note, the soul in the concerto.
His star soul is like the stars in the night sky, shining brightly,
penetrating the enemy’s defense, increasing the speed of allies,
turning the critical hit rate into a raging fire, burning all obstacles.
This is “Sunday”,
a symphony of light and darkness,
the embodiment of hope and strength.
Under his call,
the battle is no longer lonely,
the team becomes each other’s beacon,
reaching the other side of the starry sky together.
If you are willing to listen,
his light will guide you,
his shadow will protect you.
At the end of the galaxy,
“Sunday” guards the dreams of all of us.