Blake is right behind Celica, waving his 30 Attack stat and his Shadow Sword with wild abandon, lusting for her throat, Wolff is shooting rocket propelled grenades at her from a nearby attack helicopter, another Cantor spawned and makes his way towards Celica. She moves out of her hiding spot, Seraphim spell in hand, running for dear life as thirty Aracanist and ten Cantors shoot at her with massive machine guns. Her red eyes are bloodshot, she hasn’t eaten in 4 days, Kamui missed yet another attack, Boey hasn’t had a double attack in the entire game, a Witch evaporated Valdar as soon as the enemy’s first turn came, Saber gets only a single point in HP for the fourth time in a row upon leveling up, Mae missed Thunder in the essential moment, dooming your entire 14 turn odyssey of calculated risks and frowns. Behind a rock on a god forsaken, blasted wilderness bereft of life and mercy, Celica hides, biting on a piece of wood as she casts Fire on her left arm to cauterize a poison claw wound. The enemies triple your numbers, provisions run low, but not lower than morale. Though the battles may be hard and harsh, Alm, along with his friends both old and new, makes his way forward, bravery guiding his blows, and love giving them strength! With the power of friendship, no shortage of smiles can be found here, even in the grim battlefield, as these boys, girls, men, and women learn to accept their differences, understanding that the place of one’s birth has no bearing on your lot in life!Ĭelica’s Route: Yet another skirmish. Alm’s Route: Field of green grass and a blue sky paint a picture of the hopeful future that this hero strives to deliver.
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