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She’ll find it.<br><br>The way back: to the one who cared for her the most in life.<br><br>And for the other...<br><br>If she cannot find him again on her journey, she knows a fragment of him will be there with her,<br>remaining in her heart. Perhaps she’ll start making and never drinking tea. The thought... makes her<br>smile and laugh once again.<br><br>Alice decides then and there, feet on the ground and holding the shard of “truth” between her fingers:<br>even if she may always look forward, to the horizon that marks a new way...<br><br>...she will never, ever, forget what brought her there.}} | She’ll find it.<br><br>The way back: to the one who cared for her the most in life.<br><br>And for the other...<br><br>If she cannot find him again on her journey, she knows a fragment of him will be there with her,<br>remaining in her heart. Perhaps she’ll start making and never drinking tea. The thought... makes her<br>smile and laugh once again.<br><br>Alice decides then and there, feet on the ground and holding the shard of “truth” between her fingers:<br>even if she may always look forward, to the horizon that marks a new way...<br><br>...she will never, ever, forget what brought her there.}} | ||
===8-1=== | |||
解锁条件：购入[[GIMME DA BLOOD]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[GIMME DA BLOOD]] | |||
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无月的暗夜笼罩着森林，似乎是想要将熊熊烈火扼杀在小小的村庄里，防止它逃窜到绵延的葱郁之中。<br><br>厮杀、嚎叫。与烈火相对应的是漆黑的身影，恐怖的形貌发出可怕的声音。<br>空气中弥漫着烟尘和惊恐，这让一些人满心只有夺路狂奔的念头。<br><br>但是对她来说，此时此刻内心里所感受到的却是令人刺激与兴奋的战意。<br><br>一道微光闪过，她那黑曜石般的长剑又撕裂了一只模糊的躯壳。<br>它们看似畸形的野兽，奔跑时四肢着地，战斗时又会灵活地利用后肢。<br>她的斩击直接从肩膀处将其一分为二，但对方的残躯尚未落地，<br>便如一道烟尘般散去，进而又融入那片火焰散发出的烟尘中。 | |||
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就算将这些野兽从山火烟尘中化形的原理放在一边，她仍然对它们知之甚少。<br>野兽和野兽之间是很难分辨的。就她目前的了解，击杀对方只会将其本源送回烟尘之中，<br>然后重新变成野兽，就像一切都没有发生过一样。<br><br>她将华丽的剑刃又送入了一只阴影野兽的身体，顺便瞥了一眼背后。<br><br>村民们差不多要穿过森林了，那一边是不知哪个国家或势力的军队，<br>不断推进的前线想必会庇护他们的安全。<br><br>她得保护他们——不能让这股战意前功尽弃。<br><br>她纵身跃起，任由长发随风飘逸着，几乎瞬间跨过了整个战场。<br>就在野兽即将用烟尘般的爪子撕裂一名逃跑的农民时，她及时赶到并斩下了敌人的头颅。<br><br>那个小个子的壮实农妇在逃亡中略一停顿，<br>朝着这位陌生的剑舞者比了个手势——可能是表示感谢吧——然后匆忙逃走了。 | |||
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剩下的事情花不了多少时间。<br>无论她发现自己身处何地，无论所在的世界有着怎样先进的科技，无论哪里的人们信奉怎样的思想，<br>她都只有一个目的：杀、杀、杀，直到斩除所有敌人为止。<br><br>终于，最后一个村民也磕磕绊绊地跑到了挥舞着长矛的士兵面前。她甚至能看到将士们额头上的汗水，<br>眼神中的恐惧……但她也看到了他们在搏杀时透露出的坚毅。<br><br>最后，她总算把剑放下了，吐出一口自己都没意识到的叹息。她知道接下来会发生什么。<br>一阵疲惫快速袭来——比上次更快了。<br><br>四周的世界开始破碎，就好像它原本只是一块玻璃所映射出的虚像。她闭上眼睛，无神地笑着。<br>惨淡的白光缓缓地包围了她……<br><br>……将她迎回了Arcaea的世界。}} | |||
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A moonless night blanketed the forest, trying to smother the fires blazing throughout its sprawling<br>verdure and the village nestled within.<br><br>Crashes and screams. Horrible sounds from horrible shapes, dark against the flames. For some, the<br>smoke-filled air was inundated with panic, driving them to run as fast as their legs could carry them.<br><br>She, however, felt enveloped in something now familiar to her: an unadulterated thrill of battle.<br><br>Her obsidian-colored sword glinted as it cleaved another of the shadowy figures. They were shaped<br>like malformed beasts, running on all fours yet fighting dexterously on hind legs. Her cut severed<br>its shoulders from the rest of its body?but before it could hit the ground, the body dissipated, as<br>though becoming smoke, before rising into the air to join the smoke from the fire. | |||
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Save for how the beasts appeared to materialize from the smoke of the forest blaze itself, she didn’t<br>know much else about them. There was little to distinguish one from another. For all she knew,<br>killing one would simply send its essence back into the clouds, only for it to come back again as<br>though nothing had happened.<br><br>As she stabbed her ornate blade into another of the shadow-beasts, she spared a glance behind her.<br><br>The villagers were nearly through the forest to the safety of the advancing forward line of some<br>nation or other.<br><br>She needed to protect them?needed to let the thrill within her run its course.<br><br>She jumped, spanning almost a field’s length in a single leap, long hair fluttering behind her, to<br>behead another beast as it raised a smoky claw to gore a fleeing farmer.<br><br>The short, muscular woman paused her escape for just a moment to offer a gesture the<br>sword-wielder wasn’t familiar with?perhaps a sign of gratitude?before scrambling away again. | |||
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It wouldn’t be much longer now. No matter where she found herself, no matter how advanced the<br>world’s technology and no matter what the philosophy of its people, she always had one objective:<br>slay, slay, slay?until, presumably, the enemy was gone.<br><br>Finally, the last straggler from the village made it to the line of spear-wielding soldiers. She could<br>see from here the sweat on the troops’ brows, the fear in their eyes… but she could see the<br>determination in their postures as well.<br><br>Letting down her sword at last, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d kept, knowing what<br>was to come next. She felt the weariness hitting her quickly?and, once again, sooner than the last<br>time.<br><br>The world around her began to fracture, as though it had merely been a projected image made of<br>glass. She closed her eyes and smiled an empty smile. Slowly, she let the pale light engulf her...<br><br>...and welcome her back into the world of Arcaea.}} | |||
===8-2=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#8-1|8-1]],购入[[GIMME DA BLOOD]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Bookmaker (2D Version)]] | |||
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迷尔并不知道自己的名字，即使她在来到这个死寂世界之前有什么记忆，现在也都遗失了。<br><br>一块玻璃碎片——就是这次将她卷入其中的那块——绕着她转了一圈，然后就飞向了远处。<br>从经验来看，她再也见不着它了。<br>它们叫作Arcaea——这是它们的名字，她在苏醒后就不知为何地知道这一点——<br>它们似乎展示着处于某些特定状况的纷纷世界。 <br><br>她没法触碰这些碎片，但它们能对自己起效。<br>至今以来，它们已经将自己卷入其中十多次，让她参与到各种世界和事件当中，<br>并且都有着明显相同的目标：击败——不，应该是将敌人碾碎在脚下。<br><br>在每一次的经历中，都不可避免地出现一些无法与她并肩作战的人……<br>不过，比起保护他们的念头，还是战斗的渴望更让人热血上涌。 | |||
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她能如臂指使这把苏醒时就带着的宝剑，虽然也不知道它是从哪儿来的。<br>她能感觉到，自己的剑技实在是超乎寻常。她显然能做到各个世界中的人们力所不能及的事情。<br>事实上，即使是她的敌人，在面对面的决斗中也没法造成多大的挑战。<br>她逐渐意识到，真正困难的地方还是在于是否能保护其他人。<br><br>不过，一旦她进入战斗状态，这些想法就都被抛之脑后了。战斗让她陶醉，沉醉于暴力所带来的快感。<br><br>然而这股喜悦似乎正在以超乎想象的速度褪去，只留下空虚和疲惫，而这要花上许多小时，<br>甚至是许多天去恢复。并且，似乎每一次恢复所需的时间都在加长。<br><br>空虚的乏力感让她开始思索自己被卷入的那些世界。虽然她之前相信它们是完全不同的世界，<br>但近来又有些怀疑。感觉这更像是……她在观看某种影像，并且因为某些原因，她能够与之互动。<br>她能感觉到，真相其实显而易见，她本来应该是知道的，只是现在她还抓不到一丝头绪…… | |||
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她将剑扛上了肩膀，疲惫地望向四周。目光所及之处尽是一片白沙。<br>这是一片褪色的沙漠，就像归来后极度空虚的自己。<br>她背后的足迹仍然和她“穿越”前的样子分毫不差。因为静滞无风，也没法判断过去了多久。<br><br>在这里，似乎时间也没什么意义。<br><br>又是一次召唤。眼前再次充满了白光。<br><br>她兀然出现在了某个地方。<br>战火焦灼的大地，硝烟弥漫的苍穹，四处布设的简易障碍，以及深挖进地面的壕沟。<br><br>她茫然四顾，突然感到一阵乏力。<br>召唤的地点从没这么近，以前也都会冒出些弱小的敌人——就像是舞台上无面的群演，毫无意义，<br>但或许又是那些莫名战斗的唯一意义。更重要的是，她的敌人在哪里？<br><br>这次她的战斗在哪里？}} | |||
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Mir did not know her name, and if she had any memories from before this dead world to<br>remember, they were lost to her now.<br><br>A glass shard?the one that had pulled her this time?briefly spun around her before shooting<br>away into the distance. She knew from experience she wouldn’t see it again. They were called<br>Arcaea?their name a fragment of knowledge from her awakening of which she did not know the<br>origin?and they seemed to show other worlds in the midst of certain situations.<br><br>She couldn’t touch the shards, but they could act on her. Over a dozen times now, they had pulled<br>her inside, bringing her into those worlds and situations, with the apparent reason always the<br>same: to defeat?no, to crush her enemies underfoot.<br><br>Inevitably, each time, there would be those unable to fight behind her... though the idea of<br>shielding them paled in comparison to the driving, blood-racing thrill of the fight. | |||
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She was skilled with this blade she had woken up with?wherever it had come from. And something<br>told her that she was too skilled. She could clearly do things that others in these worlds couldn’t.<br>In fact, even her enemies didn’t pose much challenge for her in person-to-person combat. The true<br>challenge, she was learning, was in the protection of others.<br><br>But when she was in the fray, such concerns meant nothing to her. She reveled in the battle?let the<br>mirth of violence course through her.<br><br>That mirth, however, seemed to be draining from her more quickly after the fact, leaving naught<br>but emptiness and exhaustion that took what felt like hours, if not days, to restore. And it seemed<br>to be taking longer and longer each time.<br><br>The absence of adrenaline led her to ponder these other worlds she was being tossed into. Even<br>what had previously seemed to her to be fact, that these were other worlds at all, didn’t feel quite<br>right of late. It was almost more like... she was being shown images, ones that for some reason she<br>could act within. The answer was obvious, she sensed, as though she should have known it, yet it<br>was just beyond her grasp... | |||
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Tired, she hefted her sword onto her shoulder and took a look around. White sand, as far as the<br>eye could see. A desert, drained of its color, mirroring how drained she herself felt upon returning to<br>it. The trail of footprints behind her were exactly as they were before the “spiriting away”. Without<br>any wind, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed.<br><br>Not that time seemed to have much meaning here.<br><br>Another calling. Everything turned white again.<br><br>Abruptly, she stood somewhere else. Fields charred brown, smoke in the sky, makeshift fences<br>erected on land and trenches dug into the ground.<br><br>She looked around, suddenly exhausted. The callings had never happened this close together<br>before. And where were the weak ones?that throng of faceless actors on the stage, pointless yet<br>also perhaps the sole reason for being thrown into battle? More importantly, where were her<br>enemies?<br><br>Where was her fight?}} | |||
===8-3=== | |||
解锁条件：完成[[#8-2|8-2]],购入[[GIMME DA BLOOD]]单曲<br>解锁要求：通过[[Illegal Paradise]] | |||
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战争。<br><br>迷尔经历过战斗——但从未经历战争。<br><br>她现在看到了，人们以致命的效率相互残杀，有时惊慌躲闪，有时英勇无畏，有时又丑态百出……<br><br>无论她走向哪里，她都发现别人比她弱小。那是些无辜、害怕又太过年轻的面庞。<br>他们看到她，然后又看向别处，好像把她当成了幻觉，一丝海市蜃楼。<br>她试过不顾一切地保护他们，但他们只会自己迈向死亡。<br><br>无论她走向哪里，她都能发现敌人。士兵们会对已经缴械的敌人举起武器。<br>那些与人性毫无关联的可怕兵器以她未能想象的速度散播着死亡。<br>即使她摧毁它们，也只会有更多的兵器从四面八方冒出来。 | |||
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她冲向另一群人，那里一群身着蓝衣和红衣的两派人马正在彼此交战。<br>她迅速地做出判断，然后干掉了那些身着红衣的家伙。<br>然而在她身后，刚才救下来的那些人却被一种她从未见过的方式瞬间灭杀。<br><br>就这样消散殆尽。<br><br>在头顶上呼啸着的飞行物，如同倾盆大雨般毁灭着地上的一切。<br>那些飞行物上的徽记和身着蓝衣的人身上的一样。它们发出的火焰迅速地带走了诸多的生命。<br>难道说，它们才是该对付的敌人吗？<br><br>她深呼吸，然后向后挥动手臂，摆出发力的架势。在片刻的瞄准之后，她猛地转动身体，<br>怒吼着向空中掷出长剑。利剑划破空气朝那群飞行物飞去，然后如天国之刃般撕裂了它们，<br>在蔚蓝的天空中绽放出橘色与红色的鲜明火焰。<br><br>然后她看到一群人从飞行物中跳了出来，这让她觉得自己的所作所为依然是错误的。<br>白色从那些人的头顶和背后膨胀开来，随后下落的速度也逐渐放缓。<br>是降落伞吗？但对于红方的武器来说，这都是些简单的靶子而已。<br><br>战意正在，快速地消失。 | |||
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疲惫又逐渐占据了她。<br><br>随之而来的还有，绝望——她对战场上的千变万化束手无力。<br><br>茫然——在犯下错误之后，她手足无措，更不知自己究竟要去击败谁。<br><br>恐惧——她害怕自己的决定会导致更糟糕的情况。<br><br>战意消失了。<br><br>就好像一位可靠的伙伴背叛了她，在她危难的关头弃她而去。<br>她双手摸索着，想要找回它。<br>怎么能没有它呢？<br>否则她可就要失去动力了，今后再也无力迈出任何一步。<br><br>她终究还是没能找回它，最后也跟那些受伤的士兵一样，双膝跪地。 | |||
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不知多少个小时过去。<br><br>战场上的怒号已经淡去，只留下战后真正的创伤。<br><br>她双手捂住耳朵，想要隔离那些呻吟和哀叫。她闭上眼睛，想要忽略那些惨象和腥味。<br><br>她自言自语着：“这不是我的错，不是我的错。”<br><br>然而……这就是她的错。她觉得自己本来肯定是能做些什么。<br>她也许能改变些什么——想尽办法地去阻止这一切。<br><br>然而，当她思考自己能做些什么时，她发现自己无能为力。<br><br>这样的思绪不断重复，在她的脑海中萦绕徘徊不去。她感觉自己头晕目眩，心慌神颤。<br><br>最后，她的四周再次被白光笼罩，她被送回了Arcaea世界，一如往常。 | |||
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她立刻就瘫倒在了地上，大口喘着气。<br>她的剑本来在几小时前就被扔上了天，此刻却也横着掉在她身旁， 在沙子上发出干瘪的碰撞声。<br><br>她闭着眼坐了起来，试图忘记一切，试图放空心神，试图不再理会这片纯白世界。<br><br>她来这里是干嘛的？她为什么会出现在这里？<br><br>自从她苏醒后，她的时间只足够拿来睡眠和思考自己之所以被召唤至此的问题。<br>但她缺失的记忆一直是心头挥之不去的阴霾。<br><br>她本来是想要干嘛的？<br><br>她想了又想，还是想不出来。 | |||
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于是她又转过头，看向这片沙漠，盯着背后那条向后延伸出去的脚印。<br>她真希望自己能知道本来的目的地是哪里。<br><br>她不知道的是，她的脚印已经与另一条相连了，虽然距离是有些远。<br><br>但现在，她所能做的只有祈祷。她不知道该向谁祈祷，但她还是如此做着，<br>希望在这片空虚的白色沙漠中，自己能得到哪怕一丝的慰藉。}} | |||
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War.<br><br>Mir had experienced battle before?but never war.<br><br>She now watched people kill one another with deadly efficiency, run for their lives in fear, engage<br>in feats of true heroism, engage in displays of utter dishonor...<br><br>Every way she turned, she found those weaker than her. Innocent, terrified faces, and all too many<br>of them young. They would see her, then look away, as if recognizing her only as a hallucination, a<br>trick of the light. She nonetheless tried to protect them. They would then run to their deaths.<br><br>Every way she turned, she found enemies. Soldiers leveling weapons at disarmed foes. Terrible<br>armaments, disassociated from humanity, delivering death faster than she could have ever believed<br>possible. She destroyed them, and then more would appear on the other side. | |||
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She jumped to yet another group of people, blue uniforms fighting against red, before making a<br>quick judgement and taking down the red ones. Behind, those people she had just protected were<br>wiped out in an instant from a strike she hadn’t seen coming.<br><br>Fading.<br><br>Vessels soared overhead, raining pure destruction down upon the lands. The vessels bore the same<br>insignias as those in the blue uniforms. Their fire swiftly took so many lives. Were they the true<br>enemy?<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she swung her arm back. After a mere moment’s pause to take aim, she spun,<br>hurling her sword into the air with a shout. The blade screamed upward at the small formation?<br>then tore through them, sending wild oranges and reds scattering through the firmament.<br><br>Then she saw the people jumping, and realized her mistake. White flared above and behind them,<br>and their descent slowed?parachutes? But they were easy targets against the red side’s weaponry.<br><br>The thrill was fading. Quickly. | |||
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Exhaustion crept back in.<br><br>And with it, despair?hopelessness at this situation over which she seemed to hold no power.<br><br>Indecision?the uncertainty of knowing what to do after the errors she’d made, and of who it was,<br>exactly, she needed to defeat.<br><br>Fright?the fear that her decisions would lead to something even worse.<br><br>The thrill was gone.<br><br>It felt like a trusted partner had betrayed her. Left her in her moment of need. She reached out with<br>her hands, searching for it. It had to be here. She had no fuel without it. Nothing to give her the<br>strength to take another step.<br><br>Unable to find it, eventually she, like those wounded soldiers, fell to her knees. | |||
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Hours passed. The raging battle was now dwindling, leaving behind the true horror of warfare.<br><br>She put her hands over her ears to protect herself from their moans, their yells. She shut her eyes<br>to block out the sights and smells.<br><br>It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault, she told herself.<br><br>And yet... it was, still, her fault. She surely could have done something, she thought. She could<br>have changed something?anything to prevent this.<br><br>When she tried to think about what she could have done, however, she found she couldn’t.<br><br>And that process repeated, as it had done the last dozen times. She felt her nerves fraying, panic<br>setting in.<br><br>Eventually, her surroundings whitened, and she was sent back into the world of Arcaea in the same<br>manner as all the other times. | |||
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Immediately, she crumpled to the ground, breathing heavily. Her sword, which she’d thrown into<br>the air hours before, dropped down beside her, hitting the sand lengthwise with a dry clap.<br><br>She sat there, eyes closed, trying to forget, trying to make her mind go blank, trying to keep out the<br>sheer whiteness of this damned world’s sky.<br><br>What was she doing here? What did this world want from her?<br><br>Ever since her awakening, she’d only been given the time to ponder her summonings and to sleep.<br>But her lack of memories hung there in the back of her mind like a haunting phantom.<br><br>What did SHE want to do?<br><br>She thought, and thought, and realized she didn’t know. | |||
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So she turned her head to look back along the sands, gazing at the long trail of footprints<br>stretching out behind her. She wished she knew where she was going.<br><br>Unbeknownst to her, however, that trail of footprints had already been joined by another, still quite<br>far off.<br><br>But for now, she prayed. She didn’t know to whom, but she prayed regardless, hoping that she<br>would be granted just a little bit of respite, now, on these empty, white dunes.}} | |||
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