No Ending to This Dream
Equip TraitIncreases ATK to 115% when attacking blocked enemies
Equip Attribute Bonuses
|Defeat a total of 30 enemies with Skadi (excluding Support Units)|
|Clear Side Story GT-4 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Skadi, and have Skadi defeat at least 2 Loggers|
Module DescriptionSkadi has dreamt a dream.
Of an abnormally beautiful view, a night sky vast as the sea, as if its reflection. Points of infinite stars, like the lights in the abyss. The air moist, too moist, so much so that it bears her with ease. A mere reach, a wave of the hand, and her body floats up, weightless. People, so many people, arms spread wide, roaming through the night, freed and at peace.
Skadi does not swim into the sky. She is sat on the shore, silently watching the scene before her, gentle waves at times caressing her boots. Her sword, ever her companion, rests by her side. On the other, there sits a girl dressed in a red dancer's dress. She wears a broad hat, behind which Skadi cannot see her face. She has hair as soft and white as her own, and so Skadi feels she is close, familiar. Like any other dream, this one has no beginning. By the time she realizes she's dreaming, she is already sitting there.
The girl in red speaks. 'Are you a hunter?' she asks, voice ineffable and captivating.
'Do you like to hunt?'
'I can't say I like it. But terrifying creatures are always threatening my kin. Someone has to fight them.'
'To defend your kin's lives, you must hunt other races?'
'But then, why can we not all become kin?' the girl asks, sincere.
'Is everyone kin, where you are?' Skadi replies.
The girl seems to ponder carefully for a while, then nods.
'We don't need to hunt each other, in the place I am.'
'Then what do you normally do?'
'I do nothing. I sing.'
'It sounds like your home is more peaceful than mine.'
'It is just as you see now.'
The girl extends a slender finger, pointing far away. At the edge of vision, the line separating sea from sky is given a formless end. All life blends together, no difference, no distance.
'Goodbye. I have to go.' Skadi takes her sword and stands.
'Are you going to hunt?'
'I have to wake up. Once I do, yes. I'll carry on hunting.'
'I hope that one day, you can be free of this destiny.'
When Skadi dreamt this dream, she had not yet left Ægir. And like many other dreams, it became a fragment of a memory, buried deep in a corner of the waves of her mind. And when she dresses in that red dancer's dress in Sal Viento, that memory remains silent.
'Now I look nothing like a hunter.' Skadi stares at herself in the mirror, murmuring.
'Who are you, right now?'