Lotan Build Guide — Morimens

Lotan has so many labels attached to her that no one knows how to approach this black-clad swordswoman. Too humble and she will shatter your knees for being too boring; too arrogant and she will slash your insolence with her greatsword; too tough and she will soften your soul through battle. But perhaps this is the arrogance befitting one born with the planet itself. As a former guardian, she has every right to her arrogance.

In A.F. 180, as the Northern Hemisphere suffered a severe drought, the Korasuyu River ceased to flow. Local residents unearthed a monstrous skeleton from the riverbed's silt. Since the Korasuyu River signifies "turbid water" in local culture, the skeleton was named the "Bone of Chaos." Marine biologists identified it as the skeleton of a humpback whale, approximately 32 feet long and entirely covered in a silvery substance. The following year, this skeleton was auctioned at the Aethis auction house for 130 million Leonian Florins. The auction house refused to disclose the true identity of the buyer, but rumors suggest that the skeleton was transported to a private university on the outskirts of Londinium.

At Mythag University, the campus legend that "preparatory students must fight Lotan to become investigators" has spiraled out of control, driving fear of the black-clad swordswoman to an all-time high. Many students who specialize in theoretical research break into a cold sweat at the mere sight of a black hemline, dreading any chance of locking eyes with the "battle maniac" and meeting their end on the training ground. In a brief exclusive interview conducted by Editor-in-Chief Hannah Peaslee, Miss Lotan offered the following remarks: "I don't have time to play house with babies." "Weaklings have no place being my opponent—are you one of them? Or do you have the nerve to face Chaos head-on?" —As of press time, the editor-in-chief has not left her dormitory. This issue of the Mythag Daily was printed and distributed by intern editor Howard.

Lotan has her own criteria when it comes to choosing worthy opponents. She finds academic warriors tiresome; most have read themselves into a stupor, their heads filled with nothing but theoretical maneuvers that fail on the field. Military standouts, meanwhile, are too shackled by red tape and moral dogma to offer any real thrill. Only those rare geniuses—blessed with raw talent and an innate instinct for slaughter—can earn her favor. A primordial beast, as old as the planet itself, kept her thirst for battle in check and waited with near-religious patience for her chosen opponent to reach his zenith. What a gifted youth he was—commanding power from the abyssal deep, his formidable spirit capable of bridging even the Outer Gods. Given time, he would surely have grown into a warrior worthy of her blade. But perhaps the vast stretches of time had dulled her judgment. This time, the Spirit of Chaos misjudged her mark. As for the details, Lotan refuses to speak of it to anyone. All we know is that since then, she has held nothing but utter contempt for those who lack ambition or wallow in mediocrity.

Born from Chaos, she embodies pure chaotic power, an untamed free spirit, and an undefined order. She craves challenges and battles; only by unleashing her irrepressible destructive urge can she fulfill her creator's sole wish. —To safeguard this planet until the end. She has yearned for a truly exhilarating battle for far too long.