Aequor
The Living Cage
Cost 3: Hand Limit +2, when the wielder or an ally dies, their cards no longer transform into "Illusion", but instead transform into "Reave-Gaunt".
The Living Cage Wheel of Destiny — Morimens
SSR wheel with the Crit. DMG attribute, Pontos's signature. Effect at every ascension rank, main stat growth to E15 and the Traphase card it deals.
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The Living Cage 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 Infliction +20/25/30/35%. For the current exploration, each kill increases the wielder's Fixed Aliemus recovery at turn end by 2, stacking up to 4/6/8/10 times. After switching to the "Raging Waves" stance, Temporary Crit. DMG increases by an amount equal to 20/25/30/35% of the wielder's Base Crit. DMG, with a 3-turn cooldown.
Main Stat
Crit. DMG grows one step a level from E4 up to E15.
- Unenhanced
- 21.6%
- Per level from E4
- +1.8%
- At E15
- 43.2%
Traphase Card
Equipping the wheel deals this card into the Traphase hand.
Lore
If wishes could truly come true, Pontos would wish for farewells to announce themselves before they arrived. His parents vanished without a trace. On a quiet afternoon, his sister Leisha hired a rickshaw, which later brought them to a long iron behemoth reeking of diesel, rattling and roaring, until it spat him out at a seaside town. Leisha never breathed a single word about their parents' whereabouts. After a fierce argument, he stormed off, rushing into the harbor thick with the stench of brine and fish. The sea folk, with unnaturally wide-set eyes, were peddling bizarre fish dredged from the abyss—depths no human strength could ever reach. "Hey, stay back. Those fish might be cursed, just like the creatures that caught them," a passerby warned in a hushed tone. No one wanted to see this handsome, newly arrived young man get mixed up in trouble. He offered his habitual easygoing smile, but his gaze was irresistibly drawn to a dark, decaying lure. Right beneath it lay a gaping maw bristling with sharp teeth, ugly and contorted, curving inward in savage disarray. A phantom voice murmured from the depths of his mind, recounting the life of this dead creature. Down in the lightless deep, it lured, plundered, and stopped at nothing. Its body was a fortress, a living cage, trapping its offspring, its lovers, its enemies, and its prey. All the beautiful things in its life were meant to be fleeting, but it held them all fast. It made its own body their vessel, fusing them in an inseparable, eternal embrace. Pontos gave his head a sharp shake, looking around in terror amidst a sharp, ringing noise in his ears. The voice receded like a tide. He dismissed the whole episode as a fleeting delusion, silently mocking his own frayed nerves. And so, entirely unaware, he began his descent into his preordained fate.