Chaos
Drifting in Desire
Cost 2: "Strike" can select a target and deduct 20 Aliemus from that target.
Drifting in Desire Wheel of Destiny — Morimens
SSR wheel with the Crit. Rate attribute, Pandia's signature. Effect at every ascension rank, main stat growth to E15 and the Traphase card it deals.
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Drifting in Desire Wheel of Destiny for Morimens, with its main stat growth, effect at every ascension rank, Traphase card, and signature Awakener.
Effect
Values run across the 4 ascension ranks, from unascended to maximum.
: The wielder's Generation +13/17/21/25%. Whenever an enemy attacks, gain Temporary equal to 5/6/7/8% of the wielder's ATK for each hit. After the wielder Exalts, gain equal to 9/11/13/15% of the wielder's ATK.
Main Stat
Crit. Rate grows one step a level from E4 up to E15.
- Unenhanced
- 14.4%
- Per level from E4
- +1.2%
- At E15
- 28.8%
Traphase Card
Equipping the wheel deals this card into the Traphase hand.
Lore
Tap, tap, tap. Footsteps approach. A gentleman in a top hat walks through the ruins, standing before a dying guard. Gentleman: What are you doing here? (The gentleman suffers from severe stuttering, while the guard likes to beat around the bush. For your reading convenience, only the key points of the conversation are recorded.) Guard: I'm guarding the prison. The gentleman looked around the deserted field and the slowly collapsing ruins tainted with dissolution. Gentleman: But there is no prison here, nor prisoners. Your kingdom no longer exists. Guard: I'm guarding the prison. Gentleman: Why? The guard lifted her head, a childlike face filled with confusion and determination. Guard: I don't know... I want to go home. Guard: I'm guarding the prison for that lord. If the lord is pleased, I can go home. She doesn't even know who that lord is or why she should guard it. The gentleman doesn't ask further, as if it were the most natural thing. Gentleman: What is your hometown like? Guard: It's only winter and night there, with endless forests and seas. Gentleman: Doesn't sound livable. Guard: I hate daylight. Do you see? I'm made of wax. If I touch the sun, I will disappear. Guard: So I hide here, unable to go home by myself. The gentleman nods thoughtfully. Suddenly, he becomes excited. Gentleman: What a coincidence! You're made of wax, and I happen to be a wax sculptor. Gentleman: Let's make a pact—I can let you walk in daylight and help you find your way home. In return, you will be my assistant. Guard: Assistant, what's that? Gentleman: You can guard my wax museum for me. It's different from this prison; it's art, and art never collapses. Guard: Is art that powerful? The gentleman laughs happily. Gentleman: Yes, it is that powerful. At the end of the story, the guard followed the gentleman muddleheadedly, just as she had come to this prison muddleheadedly. She has always been someone who goes with the flow.