The night spreads softly, and the starlight slowly flows in the distance. That is the world of Sunday – a silent existence that makes time stop. His shadow is like a breeze blowing across the water, causing ripples, but it does not disturb the quiet night.
He does not show his edge, nor does he burn with fire, but uses the power of silence to pluck the strings of the battle. Every time a skill is used, it seems to gently brush the strings, plucking the chords of life, awakening the sleeping teammates, making them take early steps and step into the bright stage. That is the early action, the plucking of fate, and the time flowing gently at his fingertips.
What he gives to his teammates is not only strength, but also gentle poetry. The increase in critical hit rate and critical hit damage is like the stars in the night, flashing delicate brilliance. The recovery of energy flows like a spring, moistening every inch of the dry heart and allowing the battle to continue.
His favorite “Flight Back to Earth” is a light cone of light with the breath of spring. The three layers of “Holy Chant” are superimposed on each other, like dancing petals, slowly spreading out, covering his comrades with a warm glow. Each layer is a blessing, and each blessing is his silent poem.
The relic “The Priest Retracing the Bitter Journey”, with its bonus of speed and critical strike, is the rhythm of his dancing and the footsteps of his dance with time. Accessories such as “Lusalka in the Sunken Sea”, “Pinoconni in the Land of Dreams” and “Wongwak of Life” are the starlight that embellishes his dreams, bringing the trickle of energy and the lightness of speed.
In the summoning team, he is the subtle melody that closely connects Jingyuan and the summoned creatures, allowing them to fly freely among the stars. In the Overload Team, he is the leaping rhythm, pushing Xier, Danheng Yinyue and other main Cs to dance to the extreme and play an exciting movement.
His development is like the composition of a poem, first the melody of skills and ultimate skills, then the rhyme of talents, and finally the harmony of ordinary attacks. Speed and critical strikes are the beat of his melody and the rhythm of his dreams.
Sunday is silent, but he interprets power with poetry; he is not dazzling, but he guards the entire battle with tenderness. He is like a silent poem, quietly chanting the watch and hope on the Star Dome Railway.
In Treabar, all the materials for this dream journey are at your fingertips. Let the light and shadow of Sunday turn into an eternal poem in your hands, illuminating the way ahead and accompanying you forward.