故事模式剧情详表 (移动版)：修订间差异

====英文剧情====

Like an ocean stained with oil, the memories of a cursed labyrinth and the memories she had brought with<br>her all fell and muddled into the soothing glass around her. Most of them churned into a gray mass, some<br>would suddenly jut up from the ground like spikes. She went still, and slowly looked over every shard,<br>just...counting them. Even when memories came shooting up sharply near her eyes, she continued to count.<br><br>Eventually she lifted a finger, beckoning some of the shards toward her. And, with a simple thought, the<br>fragments came together in the shape of a fragile butterfly. She commanded it into the sky, to reflect the<br>world of white, and when it came down again to tell her what it had seen, with a simple thought she slowly<br>tore off each of its wings, and let it fall into nothing. Then, she walked forward from the corrupted sea,<br>willing each pillar of lost time that entered her path to explode and shatter.<center><br><br><br>--翻页--<br><br><br></center>---<br><br>Time passed. She changed.<br><br>She no longer sought to collect memories. She walked through the world mostly absently. She discovered<br>things about it and about herself, but she had no ambitions.<br><br>Now she walked beside an old and crumbling building, twirling a parasol she had found in the ruins some<br>day. Silently, a creature formed of glass reflecting bitter days glided down toward her from the sky. It<br>resembled a glistening and jagged crow, and it was something she considered no more than a tool. After<br>that day at the now-fallen tower, she'd become more in-tune with the chaotic Arcaea and was able to call<br>upon things like this. In its own way, it whispered to her of places beyond her reach in the blinding white<br>world. Glaring at it, she had it burst and fall apart, and she moved on.<center><br><br><br>--翻页--<br><br><br></center>These crows of hers sickened her with news. The world was empty, that's all they said. That she knew.<br>She'd never find anyone else here.<br><br>She wanted to. She needed to. But, it was not because she hoped to have someone to share her fate with.<br><br>She needed to let this frustration out on something alive. She needed someone to hurt.