After the tide recedes, a silent beach is revealed. The shadow of the Rena Xi Tower is stretched by the sunset, like a cold blade, cutting the last light in the sky. The wind, passing through the desolate, blows across the cheeks of the drifters with a cold breath.
The 2.0 version of “Mingchao” has arrived. It is like a silent cry, passing through layers of fog and reaching the deepest part of the soul. Camora, this name echoes in the frost, like the winter wind, cold and resolute. The pistol in her hand condenses the chill of time and shoots out fragmented light and shadow.
Her figure dances between the tides, and the rhythm of the sword and gun is like a heartbeat, intermittent, but powerfully impacting the silent night. She is not gentle snow, but biting cold, and loneliness that cannot be comforted. Her power, like the tide, can both devour and purify.
Jinxi’s remake is a bright light in memory, warm but short-lived. Her return is like a shell left behind by the receding tide, lying there quietly, shining with a forgotten light. Her new skin, like an old painting covered with dust, reveals the precipitation of time.
Sanhua’s figure is vague and distant, like fallen leaves drifting in the wind. Her new clothes are filled with a touch of sadness and unspeakable beauty. She is a fragment washed away by the tide, quietly waiting for her destination.
Rococo is a purple light in the dark night, and the power of annihilation is like the whisper of the abyss. There are countless unsolved mysteries in her heterochromatic pupils. The little monster that comes with her is the embodiment of her inner loneliness and the shadow that cannot be escaped.
These four names, like words engraved on wet rocks, tell stories slowly and firmly. They are repeatedly washed away by the tide, but never disappear. The enthusiasm of the players is the inextinguishable flame, burning in the cold tide.
Treabar’s stored value is a beacon that guides drifters through the dark sea. Fast, affordable, and reliable, this is the drifters’ preparation for the call of the Linaxi Tower and their initial response to the future.
The Linaxi Tower still stands, and the wind and snow still howl. Camorra’s ice spear, Jinxi’s gentleness, Sanhua’s beauty, and Rococo’s mystery are interwoven into a silent poem that floats at the end of the tide.
Mingchao 2.0 is not a simple version update, but a long song about loneliness, perseverance, and hope. After the tide recedes, what remains is the eternal echo in the heart.