Varesha stood on this barren land, thunder and lightning struck from the sky, splitting the dark clouds and the fog in her heart. Her fists were clenched, and sweat mixed with rain flowed down her skin with a silent sorrow. Her story is not a glamorous heroic legend, but a bitter and long struggle, a kind of perseverance in the mud.
Her attacks have no fancy skills, only heavy and real collisions. Three ordinary attacks, each punch is like a struggle with fate, carrying the weight of flesh and blood, hitting the traces of time. When she hit hard, the headbutt carried the kind of almost violent obsession, as if to smash all the injustices. The falling attack is like a boulder falling, hitting the earth and her own heart.
The accumulation of Varesha’s Night Soul value is the kind of pain that gradually condenses into ice. Each impact seemed to carve a mark on her heart, and only she knew the pain. When she accumulated to the limit, it was like a ball of fire burning in her body. It was her struggle before she broke out of the cocoon and became a butterfly, and it was a silent resistance to the cruelty of life. In the state of fiery passion, her attack was more violent, like a trapped beast breaking free from the chains.
Her elemental combat skill “Night Rainbow Leap” is not just a skill, but more like an escape and a search. She sprinted forward, as if she was escaping from the past that suffocated her. The quick attack of tapping was like her rapid breathing, and the “sudden and fierce advance” when long pressing was her determination to break through the difficulties in one breath. Even if there was a flaming liquid phlogiston under her feet, she still moved forward fearlessly, because in her heart, she had a stronger desire to survive.
At the moment when the element burst “Flash Fierce Coming!”, Varesa seemed to have become the incarnation of thunder and lightning. She leaped into the sky and landed heavily, with lightning and sparks interweaving, like the last cry. After the outburst, she entered a state of fiery passion. Behind that kind of frenzy was an endless obsession with life and a bitter wait for the future.
Her inherent talents and fate are outlets for those long-suppressed emotions. The “Rainbow Fall” after the skill increases damage, just like the strength of her broken heart to be reassembled. The gain of the fate seat is like a rebellion against her fate, allowing her to burst out with extraordinary power in the darkest moment.
Every battle of Varesha is like a fight with her own shadow. Her lightning is not a dazzling flash, but a sharp blade that pierces the heart in the dark night. The scars and cracks on her body are the unspeakable sufferings in her life. She is not a lucky person favored by fate, but a walker who grits his teeth in the wind and rain.
In this world, she writes her own destiny with lightning. She is not a lonely warrior, because every thunder is accompanied by a call from the depths of her heart. Her persistence is like a bud that breaks through the ground after the rain, although fragile, it is full of vitality.
The story of Vanessa is a microcosm of countless struggling souls of that era. Her thunder is a roar against injustice, and her passion is a desire for the future. She seeks self-salvation in the darkness, and uses her flesh and blood to support a world of her own.