Stats | |||||||||
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HP | MAG | AGI | |||||||
Min | 46 | 37 | 1 | ||||||
Max | 358 | 145 | 3 | ||||||
Elder | 483 | 174 | 3 |
Buffs at max level |
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Unit Effects |
Increase MAG (10%) - sub : (6%) Increase dark resistance (10%) - sub : (5%) |
Party Effects |
Increase dark resistance (24%) - sub : (13%) Increase human killer (20) when attacking with physical attacks - sub : (12) Increase slash atk resistance penetration (35) - sub : (21) |
Lore |
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Varush's blade flashes silently, akin to a soft breeze that caresses the cheek, and just like that the head of Lumeide's staff is lying on the ground. There were two of them and one of him—Lameiga and Lumeide had thought they could simply overwhelm their foe. Instead, they are now crawling away, teeth gritted against a panic they have never felt before. Varush is composed, aloof, not even looking their way. They have to flee, there is nothing else for it. They clamber to their feet, and as they do, Varush turns toward them. The clarity of his gaze makes them gasp. What exalted path does this man follow, one so different from their own low, depraved way? To what bright pinnacle does he aspire? Something far beyond their comprehension, surely. With bitterness and confounding admiration swirling in their hearts, they tread yet again along a path that leads them further from the light. |