She is the child of the wind, appearing in the newly opened wilderness of Nata, like a seed, buried in this land that has not yet fully awakened. Chaska is not just a name of a character, but a poem sown by the wind for the world – a poem about growth, about struggle, and about the oath between the soul and the soil.
Her growth is the long road of the wind. To support her to the peak of level 90, you need to use the free turquoise, which is the crystallization of the wind and the product of the resonance of the layers of mineral veins in the earth and the storm. From debris, fragments, blocks to crystals, these are no longer just synthetic materials, but traces of wind deposited in time. The dead leaves and purple lilies she needs are not ordinary plants. They fall from the branches and emit a lavender light in the sun and silence, like the mark of some ancient oath.
And those sharp teeth and hard teeth obtained from the battle are the low hum of the past and wildness in her body. These animal teeth – from immature to experienced, and then to a domineering tyrant – record her every move, every fall, and every time she stood up in the wind. She was not created, but grew out of time, like a tree in the wind, the higher it stretches, the deeper its roots are.
Her talent was born from “disputes”. Those books are the product of a mixture of raging fire and broken pages, and the truth left by knowledge in the chaos. The child of the wind cannot only learn to blow the whispers like wind chimes, she must understand the power in the center of the storm, from “teaching” to “guidance”, and then to “philosophy”, these names are not cold classifications, but lines of poetry that climb step by step, and are the ladders woven by soul and faith.
Her weapon is not a simple weapon. “The red feathers of the starry sky vulture” fell from the starry sky like a lonely cry, burning between fighting and prayer. The “divine and secret smoke” it needs is like the smoke that seeks direction in the incense ashes, and the “refracting germ” it needs is like the sunlight that breaks free from the darkness in the early morning. Those whistles – wooden whistles, iron whistles, and golden whistles – seem to come from ancient battlefields. Those sounds once sounded in the grasslands and stone valleys, and now they are summoned again for her.
And her feathers come from the “servant” of the Zhou leader. The silk feathers are not simply dropped objects, but gifts left after a trial of the soul. It is soft but sharp, light but heavy, and is the proof after a profound confrontation – she is the child of the wind, but she has also been the opponent of the wind.
Her cultivation consumes hundreds of materials and Mora. But more importantly, it is the belief that has never been spoken. This is not just a game of data stacking, but a long conversation with the wind, and an investment in the future – in every piece of material, there are steps closer to the dream.
Chaska is not a character, but a memorial of the wind, a shadow left by the wind on the land. Her growth is a hymn to the wind. When you finally let her stand on the peak of level 90, she will not speak to you, but you will understand that on this once silent map, she has left the voice of the wind for you.