In the ice-blue dream of the Star Dome Railway, Pioneer Memory whispers the story of light and shadow
Pioneer Memory is like a star gently wrapped in ice and snow. Her figure slowly extends on the loom of the night, and the ice-blue light flows at her fingertips. She does not belong to the hustle and bustle, nor to the burning red flame. She belongs to the cold, to the gently falling ice crystals and silent moonlight in the transparent time.
Memory is not just a name here, but a quietly growing power. It has no sound, but can gently push the whole world away, allowing the cold to flow out of the cracks. The Mimi she summoned is like a transparent dream, gliding in the air with cold breath. Every attack of Mimi is a quiet whisper, as if telling everyone: power is sometimes a silent existence.
There is no passionate hustle and bustle, no hot burning, only quiet ice and shadow flowing. Her skills and talents are like snowflakes scattered all over the sky, falling in the river of time, and each piece carries the desire for power. First, Mimi grew up, and then she awakened herself. Step by step, like the rhythm of winter, slow and firm.
The light cone “Victory is only in the morning and evening” is her light. It is not like a blazing flame, but it can make all critical hits as sharp and transparent as ice crystals. When Mimi casts a spell for her teammates, the whole team is like a frozen dream, and the damage blooms into white flowers. There is also “Burning Shadow”, which is like a ghost in a dream, bringing a hint of imperceptible warmth, restoring energy, and preventing the cold from freezing life.
Her relic is the champion crown of the hero. There is speed hidden in calmness, and the glory of critical hits jumps in the ice-blue halo. Her accessories, Fantasy Banana Paradise and Ongwak of Life, are like two strange flowers blooming in the ice and snow. One makes critical hits dazzling, and the other makes the energy of life flow like spring water. She found her own life rhythm in the cold world.
The entries are like poems on her fingertips, with critical damage and speed intertwined into a melody, ice damage bonus is the whisper of melody, and energy recovery is breathing. Both the main and sub-entries play the music of life in this cold dream. She uses this poem to support her own battle and her teammates.
Aglaya is her light and wind, two souls meet in the cold and dance together. Sunday and Robin are the guardians in the dream, holding up the soft sky for them. Huo Huo and Galah are like silent cedars, firm and unshakable. Together, they form a complex poem, singing softly, but with infinite power.
In another combination, the Great Black Tower is her star, illuminating the long road in the cold night. Robin and Pella are like frost in the morning, moistening the frozen earth and bringing vitality. Endurance units are gentle rivers in this dream, allowing the poems of battle to flow continuously. They are all notes in the poem of Pioneer·Memory, and together they compose the coldness and warmth of the Star Dome Railway.
The story of Pioneer·Memory has no passionate shouts, but countless gentle breaths. She is not a bright flame, but a cold moonlight, a transparent line of poetry in a dream. She uses the power of summoning to gather the team and cuts the darkness with a sword of frost. Every action of hers is a light blooming in silence.
The Star Dome Railway is her stage, cold and vast. She sways her unique rhythm here, like a wordless poem, drifting in the wind. Her journey is as fragile but tough as ice flowers, carrying dreams and memories, flashing the light that is not erased by time.
This is a story about ice and dreams, a poem gently sung under the starry sky. Pioneer·Memory does not need dazzling firelight, her existence itself is the most beautiful tranquility. She achieved light with coldness and eternity with memory.