Zanni, the name lurking in the cracks of time, is like a silent poem written in the night of Mingchao. Her figure is not noisy, not showy, but draws a hard light in the darkness. Her weapon is not a sword, but an arm armor of will, and her attack is not a noisy roar, but a silent negotiation, as if she is talking to the world, trying to understand, but not compromising.
Silent negotiation, that is the oath she made to herself. The four-stage combo is like an endless cycle in life, with pain and struggle mixed in heavy blows and dodges. Every time she swings, it seems to be fighting against the invisible darkness, and every counterattack after dodging is like whispering to despair: I’m still here.
Her resonance skill, sleepless watch, is the guardian of countless sleepless nights and a lighthouse that never goes out in the darkness. She holds down the light to block attacks from the outside world, and after releasing it, she slashes the enemy with diffracted light to slow down their pace. She counterattacks in defense, and exerts pressure in watchfulness. That is a kind of tenacity against time and fate. Her heart is like still water, but ripples in turmoil.
When the redundant kinetic energy accumulates to the limit, she bursts out a radical annihilation plan. That is her hidden flame, the long-suppressed raging tide. She consumes all her energy, like a burning torch, illuminating herself and burning all the darkness that blocks it. She uses the embers of the scorching sun as a trajectory, condenses the flames, and moves forward with the blade, leaving indelible traces in the dark night.
When the morning and evening alternate, she enters the scorching flame form. The increase in the power of ordinary attacks is the awakening of the soul and the ultimate unity of body and spirit. When the flames are below the critical point, the moment of judgment begins. She is like the light of dawn, bringing a turning point, an end, and a new beginning. She transforms in the flames and struggles in the light.
The resonance circuit of the dark night is a silent oath between her and her teammates. The layers of embers of the scorching sun and the continuous absorption of flames are metaphors for teamwork and invisible bonds between lives. The cycle of variation and extension skills is like the beat of life, with rhythm but also with a heavy burden.
Her quick response and fearlessness of pain are her strength in the face of the storm and her will that cannot be destroyed. She reduces the damage but does not retreat; she stands in the burning flames, like an inextinguishable lighthouse in the flames, sticking to her beliefs.
Zanni’s resonance chain is a memory of time and an annotation of life. The alarm clock in the early morning awakens the tired soul, and the dull afternoon of cold bread and drinks is a true portrayal of life. Commuting day after day is the endless waiting and persistence. Every layer of critical hits and every increase in multipliers are a breakthrough of self and a resistance to fate.
She has no gorgeous clothes and no fierce shouting. She is just the person standing in the torrent of time, writing her own poems with light and shadow. Her story is unknown, but it burns quietly in the dark night of Mingchao.
Players, if you are willing to listen to the poetry of silence, let Zanni take you across the edge of light and darkness, feel the perseverance and hope, and find strength in silence.