Equip Trait
When defeated, does not retreat and recovers all HP instead. However, Max HP -60% and ASPD +30 (Can only activate once every deployment)
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| atk | 90 |
| def | 45 |
Talent Information
Info
When deploying and when defeated for the first time, deals 100% ATK as True damage to enemies in the four adjacent tiles and Stun them for 4s. If the previously deployed operator is from [Kazimierz], deals an additional hit
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x4
x20
x4
x120000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Complete a total of 5 battles; You must deploy your own Nearl the Radiant Knight, and unleash Blazing Sun's Obeisance at least 1 time in each battle |
| Clear Side Story NL-10 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Nearl the Radiant Knight, and have Nearl the Radiant Knight defeat The Blood Knight Dikaiopolis |
Operator
Module Description
We find ourselves in the shadows, as it always has been.It is midnight, and naught in the tavern but a dim light shines on The Radiant Knight's face. I recall when first we met... it was rare to see someone so composed, so at peace. That, Liz and I knew better than anybody. Here, her sister sleeps over her knees, muttering a word or two from time to time, but The Radiant Knight holds still, unstirring. Estranged for so many years, she elects, quietly, simply, to watch over her family. Whislash—Zofia—does not disturb the two. In fact, she combs Nearl's hair and tail for her. The Radiant Knight's locks are matted with blood, blood of the shadows. Shadows whose echoes are stayed outside of this bar, peaceful as it is, for a time.
Liz is somewhat drowsy, but adamant not to rest. We have much to say to The Radiant Knight, to Operator Nearl of Rhodes Island, to Margaret. Fortunate or misfortunate it may be, but I am familiar with her entirety, her every part. Hence, I knew long ago this day would come. Hence, I've harbored since long ago this quiet hint of unease. Reluctance.
I know we won't truly be parting. Yet we each have our own matters to face, and indeed, these matters are leagues unalike.
Maria wakes, comes to find she's been sleeping on her sister, and flushes somewhat. Zofia makes sharp barbs, scolds the two on their less than model appearances. She is dwarfed by Nearl by some centimeters, and without realizing, always cranes her head to speak to her; the posture seems a strain. It is rude of me, but I cannot help scrutinizing Whislash's expression as she stands before The Radiant Knight. Is there defiance in what she feels? Does she long to fight alongside her, shoulder to shoulder? Does she place her ideals and convictions into this knight of flesh and bone?
And how is it that I see Margaret? As... a companion of the Followers? We break bread together, suffer together, no part of us reserved. We...
Margaret claps my shoulder. She tells me she's been wanting to borrow my ear herself. She's back home, back to Kazimierz, where she began. But we began elsewhere: in Kazdel, in Sargon, in Londinium... Our guilt, our tribulations, do not lie here. It has me curious then, very much so, about what those led to set forth by her light see when they lift their heads, and look to the dark night.
A pang of regret strikes me. It makes sense; I've always detested my lineage, its supposed beauty something I've never tasted. Such love, such meaning in family, by all rights belong to her, and are to be celebrated and kept in sight. While by all the same rights, I do not belong here, and should find my own path. In coming here, her radiance will certainly be gone for a time from the tower that is her corporeal self, to see to the countless promises we made in the barrens, in the battlefield, in Rhodes Island.
Yes... Hence, I've given up on saying what need not be said. I smile silently back at her, and that is all.
The original sin of a Confessarius is not in a place of pure darkness. Light has been foretold.
We find ourselves in the shadows. This, in spite of each of our shadows' oracles being our own, each a different soothsayer.
Margaret pushes the tavern door open, saying what comes to mind. —A knight should examine herself, survey herself, to discipline as disciplined. We must become our own light. Once we are set aflame, all will find that the shadows never bound them—
—As it always has been.
