Description
An ancient memento. It still looks as alive as the being that preserved it several centuries ago.
Desc flavor
Even the ancient cinnabar cliffs were once home to lovely blooming flowers.
Even in the era when blackened blood flowed freely, they were not stained by even the smallest smidge of mud.
While the Millelith stands guard, evil shall never prevail. Even should the enemy be dark demons, this would not change.
The silent mountain people and the steel moon constructed their peaceful camp.
"Oh daughter of the cliffs of Glazed Sand Crystal, weep not for me."
"I was born in the shade of Tianheng, and I fight to repay Rex Lapis' mercy."
"I entrust my life to the four-armed Yaksha, and we shall go into the glowing depths."
"The shadowed road of the darkest pits we shall tread, we shall brave the stony crystal halls."
"We will face the defilement arising from the depths, the twisted beasts that dwell there."
"These horrors and their strangeness shall not put me to flight or fear."
The night wind interrupted the Millelith soldier's words, causing him to be unable to finish what he had to say.
He simply left this small flower for that young daughter of the mountain tribe as a memento, a ward against forgetting.
"The only thing I truly fear is to be lost and forgotten."
"Should ill fate dictate that I am to be buried in some nameless place, do not forget me."
Even in the era when blackened blood flowed freely, they were not stained by even the smallest smidge of mud.
While the Millelith stands guard, evil shall never prevail. Even should the enemy be dark demons, this would not change.
The silent mountain people and the steel moon constructed their peaceful camp.
"Oh daughter of the cliffs of Glazed Sand Crystal, weep not for me."
"I was born in the shade of Tianheng, and I fight to repay Rex Lapis' mercy."
"I entrust my life to the four-armed Yaksha, and we shall go into the glowing depths."
"The shadowed road of the darkest pits we shall tread, we shall brave the stony crystal halls."
"We will face the defilement arising from the depths, the twisted beasts that dwell there."
"These horrors and their strangeness shall not put me to flight or fear."
The night wind interrupted the Millelith soldier's words, causing him to be unable to finish what he had to say.
He simply left this small flower for that young daughter of the mountain tribe as a memento, a ward against forgetting.
"The only thing I truly fear is to be lost and forgotten."
"Should ill fate dictate that I am to be buried in some nameless place, do not forget me."
Artifact set
Vermillion Hereafter
Term artifacttype
Flower of Life