Will Unyielding Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

SSR wheel with the Death Resistance attribute, Alva's signature. Effect at every ascension rank, main stat growth to E15 and the Traphase card it deals.

Last updated: September 7, 2026

Will Unyielding Wheel of Destiny for Morimens, with its main stat growth, effect at every ascension rank, Traphase card, and signature Awakener.

Will Unyielding

SSR

Death Resistance 50.4%

Chaos

Signature wheel of

Alva

Effect

Values run across the 4 ascension ranks, from unascended to maximum.

: The wielder's Base DMG and Shield Generation +9/11/13/15%. At the start of investigation, add 1 of the wielder's Basic Strike and 1 of their Basic Defense to the deck. Whenever one of their Strike Commands is played, Shield gained from their next Defense Command +15%; whenever one of their Defense Commands is played, the Crit. Rate & Crit. DMG of their next Strike Command +15%. These effects can stack up to 3 times and persist between battles.

Main Stat

Death Resistance grows one step a level from E4 up to E15.

Unenhanced: 50.4%
Per level from E4: +4.2%
At E15: 100.8%

Traphase Card

Equipping the wheel deals this card into the Traphase hand.

Will Unyielding

Cost 5

: "Strike" DMG +100% and applies to self.

Lore

"Retreat, retreat!" "Retreat to @3! Move quickly!" "Help, help me! Don't abandon me!" "Leave him behind, retreat now—Alva!" The soldier wielding the gunblade surged forward, explosions erupting around her, blending with the clamor of battle, screams, and the blaring war horn. Blood drenched the earth, its stench overpowering even the smell of gunpowder. Lifeless soldiers lay scattered, their uniforms dyed a vivid red regardless of their original colors. Alva clenched her teeth, pushing forward against the relentless onslaught of enemies. She spotted him—a young man crying for help, pinned to the ground, desperately fending off a towering enemy's dagger. A deafening gunshot and searing pain struck simultaneously; the nearby enemy collapsed slowly. Alva spun around and slashed, enduring the agony in her leg as she lunged forward, driving her blade into her opponent's chest and pulling the trigger. Blood sprayed everywhere; she hastily wiped her face, only to realize the young man was gone. She glanced down—a knife protruded from her left knee, blood gushing out. Tearing a strip of cloth from her cloak to staunch the bleeding, she used her gunblade as a makeshift crutch and limped after her unit.