
- 隐德来希
- エンテレケイア
- 엔텔레키아
Entelechia
Guard — Reaper
Cannot be healed by allies; Attacks deal AoE damage; Recovers 50 HP for every enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count
- R169
- Melee
- DPS
- Survival
Bonuses
[Code Name] Entelechia
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] Classified
[Place of Birth] Kazdel
[Date of Birth] Dec 31
[Race] Sarkaz
[Height] 168cm
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.
[Gender] Female
[Combat Experience] Classified
[Place of Birth] Kazdel
[Date of Birth] Dec 31
[Race] Sarkaz
[Height] 168cm
[Infection Status]
Medical tests have confirmed that no infection is present.
[Physical Strength] Excellent
[Mobility] Excellent
[Physical Resilience] Excellent
[Tactical Acumen] Outstanding
[Combat Skill] Excellent
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Excellent
[Mobility] Excellent
[Physical Resilience] Excellent
[Tactical Acumen] Outstanding
[Combat Skill] Excellent
[Originium Arts Assimilation] Excellent
A member of the Kazdelian intelligence organization Rose Riverside, Entelechia has previously supplied information to Babel. She made contact with Rhodes Island during the Londinium War, and is currently on the landship as a guest.
Please note that no formal contract exists between Entelechia and Rhodes Island. All cooperation with her is to be considered private commissions.
Please note that no formal contract exists between Entelechia and Rhodes Island. All cooperation with her is to be considered private commissions.
Imaging tests reveal clear, normal outlines of internal organs, and no abnormal shadows have been detected. Originium granules have not been detected in the circulatory system and there is no sign of infection. At this time, this operator is believed to be uninfected.
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 0%
Entelechia shows no signs of Originium infection.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.09u/L
It would be more accurate to say that she conducted her own examination. Sitting on a chair with a smile on her face, she commanded her blood to fly from one instrument to another, and we were just along for the ride, chasing after it and operating whatever instruments it had arrived in. I've never had a more hectic day at the Medical Department, nor have I ever had an examination go so quickly. It took only ten minutes to finish the entire process! Ten minutes!
—A Medic Operator
Look at this data. Such beautiful blood... What? She took her samples with her when she left? And you didn't stop her? No, no, that won't do. We need a way to get her in here again.
—Warfarin
[Cell-Originium Assimilation] 0%
Entelechia shows no signs of Originium infection.
[Blood Originium-Crystal Density] 0.09u/L
It would be more accurate to say that she conducted her own examination. Sitting on a chair with a smile on her face, she commanded her blood to fly from one instrument to another, and we were just along for the ride, chasing after it and operating whatever instruments it had arrived in. I've never had a more hectic day at the Medical Department, nor have I ever had an examination go so quickly. It took only ten minutes to finish the entire process! Ten minutes!
—A Medic Operator
Look at this data. Such beautiful blood... What? She took her samples with her when she left? And you didn't stop her? No, no, that won't do. We need a way to get her in here again.
—Warfarin
[Classified Log]
'Why are you here, Entelechia?'
'To see an old friend, my dear Ascalon.'
'Sweet-talking me won't change my judgment of you. Rose Riverside failed Babel when it needed you most. Rhodes Island security is now exclusively the domain of S.W.E.E.P. Those still claiming loyalty to Rose Riverside are either fools clinging to the past, or have ulterior motives. Either way, S.W.E.E.P. will be keeping a close eye on you.'
'Oh, I'd hate to be a bother, though. How about this: I'll submit regular reports on my activities to you directly. Deal?'
'...No.'
[Video log concerning Entelechia, submitted to Ascalon]
'You guys would be perfect, if you didn't keep getting ideas. I go on a two-week trip, and you guys set up this whole 'Rose Riverside Safe House' room over my head? Forget where you even heard of Rose Riverside for now. Do you have any idea what it symbolizes?'
The operators getting chewed out by team leader Randy look at each other and wisely keep their mouths shut.
'Of course you don't. You wouldn't even dream of putting up all those pink fluffy flowers if you did, or had any clue who Entelechia is. Did you think this was one of those pulp spy novels? You're not just making fools of yourselves. This is much, much worse.'
There is no answer from the operators being reprimanded, but their gazes start to drift towards the ceiling.
'Get all that stuff out of the lounge before morning, you hear me—'
Before he can finish his sentence, he feels something cold touch his face, and he realizes that the operators before him had fainted.
The last thing he sees before he, too, passes out, is a six-legged monster draped in a blood-red membrane hanging from the ceiling, rubbing his face with a massive scythe.
Descending lithely from the ceiling, Entelechia dusts off her skirt, and withdraws the mechanical appendages around her waist.
......
'Rise and shine, Randy. Now now, it's not like you've seen Rose Riverside's Canoes with your own eyes either. But you were here when we still belonged to Babel, and you know, at the very least, that we were hardly about flowers and tea parties.'
The old team leader does not answer.
'But no need to take down the decorations. I rather like them, in fact. I find no offense in the children thinking we would drink tea and watch flowers back in Kazdel. Indeed, I almost wish their childish fantasies were true.'
'Are you sure? They're being quite flamboyant about it. Won't it draw unwanted attention?'
'Not a problem. What keeps the curious at bay is not a prohibition, but stories. In fact, I should be thanking these kids for going to all that effort to come up with a fairy tale for me.'
'Why are you here, Entelechia?'
'To see an old friend, my dear Ascalon.'
'Sweet-talking me won't change my judgment of you. Rose Riverside failed Babel when it needed you most. Rhodes Island security is now exclusively the domain of S.W.E.E.P. Those still claiming loyalty to Rose Riverside are either fools clinging to the past, or have ulterior motives. Either way, S.W.E.E.P. will be keeping a close eye on you.'
'Oh, I'd hate to be a bother, though. How about this: I'll submit regular reports on my activities to you directly. Deal?'
'...No.'
[Video log concerning Entelechia, submitted to Ascalon]
'You guys would be perfect, if you didn't keep getting ideas. I go on a two-week trip, and you guys set up this whole 'Rose Riverside Safe House' room over my head? Forget where you even heard of Rose Riverside for now. Do you have any idea what it symbolizes?'
The operators getting chewed out by team leader Randy look at each other and wisely keep their mouths shut.
'Of course you don't. You wouldn't even dream of putting up all those pink fluffy flowers if you did, or had any clue who Entelechia is. Did you think this was one of those pulp spy novels? You're not just making fools of yourselves. This is much, much worse.'
There is no answer from the operators being reprimanded, but their gazes start to drift towards the ceiling.
'Get all that stuff out of the lounge before morning, you hear me—'
Before he can finish his sentence, he feels something cold touch his face, and he realizes that the operators before him had fainted.
The last thing he sees before he, too, passes out, is a six-legged monster draped in a blood-red membrane hanging from the ceiling, rubbing his face with a massive scythe.
Descending lithely from the ceiling, Entelechia dusts off her skirt, and withdraws the mechanical appendages around her waist.
......
'Rise and shine, Randy. Now now, it's not like you've seen Rose Riverside's Canoes with your own eyes either. But you were here when we still belonged to Babel, and you know, at the very least, that we were hardly about flowers and tea parties.'
The old team leader does not answer.
'But no need to take down the decorations. I rather like them, in fact. I find no offense in the children thinking we would drink tea and watch flowers back in Kazdel. Indeed, I almost wish their childish fantasies were true.'
'Are you sure? They're being quite flamboyant about it. Won't it draw unwanted attention?'
'Not a problem. What keeps the curious at bay is not a prohibition, but stories. In fact, I should be thanking these kids for going to all that effort to come up with a fairy tale for me.'
'This familiar plastic smell! These were wings from that batch of drones that got scrapped in Londinium! Who put them on my back? I can't reach them...'
'Why take them off? Those lovely wings suit you perfectly, Closure.'
'A blood crystal... yours? You're giving it to me?'
'Don't be silly, Warfarin. This is your own blood, which you extracted the other day for your experiments.'
'My broken ring! You made it so beautiful...'
'Rings should be beautiful, Amiya.'
'Mon2tr's crystalline structure... Where did you find the materials for this crown?'
'The place of your last rebirth, of course... But that's not the point, is it, Kal'tsit? Turn and let me see you from the side.'
Many Rhodes Island operators have suddenly found themselves in possession of unexpected accessories, always accompanied by an admiring Vampire.
[Audio Log]
Careful about your head, Doctor. We wouldn't want your hair getting caught in it... There you go. Looks good.
A shame you're always wearing that hood. But then, the natural choice for an accessory is an adjustable buckle for it.
You're asking what materials I used? Take a closer look. It's the empty Sanity Potion ampoules you've been using. There were plenty in the trash bin.
A practical joke, you say? Hardly. I wear things like these myself. For example, this 'Little Garnet'.
You like it too? It may be the crystallization of filthy blood, but there's nothing ugly about it. Unfortunately, my sisters do not agree. They're tactful enough—or perhaps scared enough—to not ask why I wear it, but cannot hide the abhorrence in their eyes when they see it.
The reason is simple. Pure-blood Vampires seek perfection, and those who seek perfection cannot tolerate any flaw. Over and over they admire the pure blood flowing in their veins, but pay no heed to the filthy blood created in the purification process.
Hard to understand, isn't it? The perfection that Vampires seek is beyond the comprehension of most. Even I cannot put into words the beauty that is the end of such 'purification' and 'elevation'. Beauty at this level is dependent solely on the subject's own convictions, the single fleck of meaning we found on this gray land.
Personally though, I appreciate the desire for meaning more than that perfect conclusion. The beauty lies in the movement. And the only thing that has born witness to that desire is the filthy blood that is filtered and discarded in the purification process. What could be a more perfect accessory than imperfection itself?
Ah, yes.
Hm? You wish to give a gift in return? But this is not a gift. These accessories are simply a game for me to pass the time. It is not yet time to bestow you an actual gift.
'Why take them off? Those lovely wings suit you perfectly, Closure.'
'A blood crystal... yours? You're giving it to me?'
'Don't be silly, Warfarin. This is your own blood, which you extracted the other day for your experiments.'
'My broken ring! You made it so beautiful...'
'Rings should be beautiful, Amiya.'
'Mon2tr's crystalline structure... Where did you find the materials for this crown?'
'The place of your last rebirth, of course... But that's not the point, is it, Kal'tsit? Turn and let me see you from the side.'
Many Rhodes Island operators have suddenly found themselves in possession of unexpected accessories, always accompanied by an admiring Vampire.
[Audio Log]
Careful about your head, Doctor. We wouldn't want your hair getting caught in it... There you go. Looks good.
A shame you're always wearing that hood. But then, the natural choice for an accessory is an adjustable buckle for it.
You're asking what materials I used? Take a closer look. It's the empty Sanity Potion ampoules you've been using. There were plenty in the trash bin.
A practical joke, you say? Hardly. I wear things like these myself. For example, this 'Little Garnet'.
You like it too? It may be the crystallization of filthy blood, but there's nothing ugly about it. Unfortunately, my sisters do not agree. They're tactful enough—or perhaps scared enough—to not ask why I wear it, but cannot hide the abhorrence in their eyes when they see it.
The reason is simple. Pure-blood Vampires seek perfection, and those who seek perfection cannot tolerate any flaw. Over and over they admire the pure blood flowing in their veins, but pay no heed to the filthy blood created in the purification process.
Hard to understand, isn't it? The perfection that Vampires seek is beyond the comprehension of most. Even I cannot put into words the beauty that is the end of such 'purification' and 'elevation'. Beauty at this level is dependent solely on the subject's own convictions, the single fleck of meaning we found on this gray land.
Personally though, I appreciate the desire for meaning more than that perfect conclusion. The beauty lies in the movement. And the only thing that has born witness to that desire is the filthy blood that is filtered and discarded in the purification process. What could be a more perfect accessory than imperfection itself?
Ah, yes.
Hm? You wish to give a gift in return? But this is not a gift. These accessories are simply a game for me to pass the time. It is not yet time to bestow you an actual gift.
[Classified Log]
Don't bother. Rose Riverside left barely any paper trail, preferring to trust their own memories.
Did you bring pen and paper? I can tell you a little about Entelechia's past.
She was a veteran member of Rose Riverside. Specifically, one of the founders, who did their cleanup work for all the years they existed.
She received intel from the returning Canoes, and made sure it went to the right place at the right time.
If a Canoe caused a bigger ripple than desired, she would calm the waters. If you make some believe certain stories, and others forget certain truths, then even a murder can be made to have never happened.
Whenever a Canoe sank into the river of blood, she was the one to dredge the remains. Recover the body, recover the identity, recover the intelligence. Clean up the evidence, clean up the trail, clean up the witnesses. If possible, she would also eliminate whoever killed one of their own.
Entelechia is far more meticulous than any of us can imagine. The proud Canoes of Rose Riverside either left no trail, or Entelechia took care of it.
Seven days after Adeline went missing, a woman knocked on my door, blood dripping from her.
At first, I was bewildered, unsure whether she was a victim or a murderer, and whether I should bring her inside or slam the door.
But she had a familiar scent on her, one that reminded me of Adeline. So I mustered the courage to ask if she was a friend or family of hers, and whether she knew where she went.
There was no change in her expression, but I could see her finger touch that massive scythe behind her. I wanted to run, but only then did I realize that I had hardly eaten for the past week, and there was no strength left in my legs.
But she did not use her scythe.
'Adeline said you had a good nose. It seems she was right.' She showed a faint smile and handed me a letter with a tiny bottle.
'There was an... accident. This letter records her last words. As for the bottle... you will know from the smell.'
I did. I would still recognize it in a thousand years. I wished it was just some cosmetic that she used, or anything that had her scent on it, but I was struck by a terrible thought. I was certain it was her...
'My condolences for your loss.' She closed the door. I never heard any footsteps as she left.
I don't remember how long I stood there at the door, or whether I cried at all. My first thought when I came to my senses was that I should find a rag and wipe up the blood she left at the door, before it dried.
So I opened it up only to find that the tiles were spotless, not a single speck of blood on them. It was like everything that happened was just a dream. Then, another thought occurred to me: it was time to find something to eat. And life went on.
—Interview with a certain Victorian about a former lover. The log was intercepted by Entelechia before making its way into the files of Victorian intelligence.
[Classified Log]
'I wrote the letter and used her blood for the ashes. That's all there is to it. I wasn't under the impression that I needed to report something this trivial to you.'
'I told you that you didn't need to wipe away all the traces of the dead, Entelechia, not that you had to manage every relationship she left behind. It was a relationship established as needed for the mission, with someone who had nothing to do with Rose Riverside. He never even knew the true name of his beloved.'
'You needn't worry about me leaving any unnecessary trail. I simply believe that a relationship should be allowed to come to a proper conclusion. Even an outsider deserves an explanation, a final farewell.'
Don't bother. Rose Riverside left barely any paper trail, preferring to trust their own memories.
Did you bring pen and paper? I can tell you a little about Entelechia's past.
She was a veteran member of Rose Riverside. Specifically, one of the founders, who did their cleanup work for all the years they existed.
She received intel from the returning Canoes, and made sure it went to the right place at the right time.
If a Canoe caused a bigger ripple than desired, she would calm the waters. If you make some believe certain stories, and others forget certain truths, then even a murder can be made to have never happened.
Whenever a Canoe sank into the river of blood, she was the one to dredge the remains. Recover the body, recover the identity, recover the intelligence. Clean up the evidence, clean up the trail, clean up the witnesses. If possible, she would also eliminate whoever killed one of their own.
Entelechia is far more meticulous than any of us can imagine. The proud Canoes of Rose Riverside either left no trail, or Entelechia took care of it.
Seven days after Adeline went missing, a woman knocked on my door, blood dripping from her.
At first, I was bewildered, unsure whether she was a victim or a murderer, and whether I should bring her inside or slam the door.
But she had a familiar scent on her, one that reminded me of Adeline. So I mustered the courage to ask if she was a friend or family of hers, and whether she knew where she went.
There was no change in her expression, but I could see her finger touch that massive scythe behind her. I wanted to run, but only then did I realize that I had hardly eaten for the past week, and there was no strength left in my legs.
But she did not use her scythe.
'Adeline said you had a good nose. It seems she was right.' She showed a faint smile and handed me a letter with a tiny bottle.
'There was an... accident. This letter records her last words. As for the bottle... you will know from the smell.'
I did. I would still recognize it in a thousand years. I wished it was just some cosmetic that she used, or anything that had her scent on it, but I was struck by a terrible thought. I was certain it was her...
'My condolences for your loss.' She closed the door. I never heard any footsteps as she left.
I don't remember how long I stood there at the door, or whether I cried at all. My first thought when I came to my senses was that I should find a rag and wipe up the blood she left at the door, before it dried.
So I opened it up only to find that the tiles were spotless, not a single speck of blood on them. It was like everything that happened was just a dream. Then, another thought occurred to me: it was time to find something to eat. And life went on.
—Interview with a certain Victorian about a former lover. The log was intercepted by Entelechia before making its way into the files of Victorian intelligence.
[Classified Log]
'I wrote the letter and used her blood for the ashes. That's all there is to it. I wasn't under the impression that I needed to report something this trivial to you.'
'I told you that you didn't need to wipe away all the traces of the dead, Entelechia, not that you had to manage every relationship she left behind. It was a relationship established as needed for the mission, with someone who had nothing to do with Rose Riverside. He never even knew the true name of his beloved.'
'You needn't worry about me leaving any unnecessary trail. I simply believe that a relationship should be allowed to come to a proper conclusion. Even an outsider deserves an explanation, a final farewell.'
[Audio Log]
Would you like to hear a bedtime story, Amiya?
There was once a Vampire princess who liked to ask people a question: 'What is a farewell?'
The Sanguinarch of the Vampires denied that farewell had meaning. Those who did not walk the path of purification with him were not worth another glance.
The Patriarch of the Nachzehrer denied that farewell had meaning. The dead become nutrition for new life, and the cycle of life continues, always a unified whole.
The General of Kazdel denied that farewell had meaning. He knew how many partings the path he chose would create. The only farewell he would allow himself is to walk the path to the bitter end, regardless of the cost.
Only the King of the Sarkaz did not deny the meaning of farewell. She did not want to interpret parting and mitigate its sorrows, and so she never parted without saying farewell.
In that instant, the princess found her answer. Slowly, hesitantly, she turned towards me. She did not ask my thoughts, only probed my veins with threads of blood, bringing out the departed whom I thought I had long forgotten. Family lost to Catastrophe in my childhood, and friends whose remains I had dissolved with my own hands not so long ago. Then she caressed my cheeks with threads of blood, bringing back drops of tears I had forgotten, and asked me to observe their gleam under the sun.
The princess said she wanted me to understand farewell, to understand sorrow, and to together bear witness to the realization of Her Highness Theresa's dream.
And so I became Rose Riverside's cleaner. I did not know why Her Highness held such beliefs, or why the princess identified with them. But I've become only too familiar with farewells and sorrow, to the point that the blood crystals left behind by my departed sisters ring in my head even when the wind does not blow.
The same sorrow rings in your head, too, doesn't it? I can see the changes in you. I can smell your blood, no longer that sweet and sour scent of childhood. That's how people are. It does not always take burdensome deliberation and debate to willingly embark on a path of no return. Sometimes, all it takes is one person, one sentiment, and a little push. Scary, isn't it?
We should all be careful of the ties we make with others, shouldn't we?
Entelechia rarely talks about herself, and when she does, her secretive nature causes her to instinctively mix leading language into sincere pleas. I strongly suggest approaching her with caution, Amiya.
Entelechia never fully commits herself to a cause. Her position depends solely on her promises with others. This makes her absolutely reliable in some ways, and utterly unpredictable in others. Her various vows are complex and intertwining, and there is no way to know where they will lead her. Only Entelechia herself knows the answer.
—Kal'tsit
Or perhaps not even her.
—■■■
Would you like to hear a bedtime story, Amiya?
There was once a Vampire princess who liked to ask people a question: 'What is a farewell?'
The Sanguinarch of the Vampires denied that farewell had meaning. Those who did not walk the path of purification with him were not worth another glance.
The Patriarch of the Nachzehrer denied that farewell had meaning. The dead become nutrition for new life, and the cycle of life continues, always a unified whole.
The General of Kazdel denied that farewell had meaning. He knew how many partings the path he chose would create. The only farewell he would allow himself is to walk the path to the bitter end, regardless of the cost.
Only the King of the Sarkaz did not deny the meaning of farewell. She did not want to interpret parting and mitigate its sorrows, and so she never parted without saying farewell.
In that instant, the princess found her answer. Slowly, hesitantly, she turned towards me. She did not ask my thoughts, only probed my veins with threads of blood, bringing out the departed whom I thought I had long forgotten. Family lost to Catastrophe in my childhood, and friends whose remains I had dissolved with my own hands not so long ago. Then she caressed my cheeks with threads of blood, bringing back drops of tears I had forgotten, and asked me to observe their gleam under the sun.
The princess said she wanted me to understand farewell, to understand sorrow, and to together bear witness to the realization of Her Highness Theresa's dream.
And so I became Rose Riverside's cleaner. I did not know why Her Highness held such beliefs, or why the princess identified with them. But I've become only too familiar with farewells and sorrow, to the point that the blood crystals left behind by my departed sisters ring in my head even when the wind does not blow.
The same sorrow rings in your head, too, doesn't it? I can see the changes in you. I can smell your blood, no longer that sweet and sour scent of childhood. That's how people are. It does not always take burdensome deliberation and debate to willingly embark on a path of no return. Sometimes, all it takes is one person, one sentiment, and a little push. Scary, isn't it?
We should all be careful of the ties we make with others, shouldn't we?
Entelechia rarely talks about herself, and when she does, her secretive nature causes her to instinctively mix leading language into sincere pleas. I strongly suggest approaching her with caution, Amiya.
Entelechia never fully commits herself to a cause. Her position depends solely on her promises with others. This makes her absolutely reliable in some ways, and utterly unpredictable in others. Her various vows are complex and intertwining, and there is no way to know where they will lead her. Only Entelechia herself knows the answer.
—Kal'tsit
Or perhaps not even her.
—■■■
The woman tore open the Arts barrier that took me three months to decipher with the tip of her finger, as though it were no more than a thin layer of snow. I tried to get up, but found the scythe on my neck, Entelechia's signature weapon.
'Is it a warning or an insult, to deploy such a feeble assassin by the banks of the river where the roses bloom?'
'I'm not an assassin, Entelechia of Rose Riverside.'
'If you're a tourist, the roses here are certainly a worthy sight. But what kind of tourist could bypass the wards at the entrance, find our first safehouse, and knows my name to boot?'
'I was paying no attention to the roses, other than how their thorns made the path difficult. As for your question... it took me nineteen years to find out about your organization, five years to find this place, and three months to neutralize the wards.'
'Half a lifetime of effort for a feeble mixed-blood like you. Why?'
'My foster father's last words were 'Rose Riverside'. When he took me in, he promised me that he'd give me the right to decide my own life, even if the price was his own life. And the answer he left me was 'Rose Riverside'.'
'A touching story, but your information is out of date. Rose Riverside is no more. And what assistance could it be to you, even if it still existed? If I refuse you, you will not be allowed to leave this place alive, given what you know of us. If I accept you, that feeble body of yours will simply dissolve into a pool of blood in the purification process.'
'I know about the dissolution of Rose Riverside.'
'Then why didn't you stop?'
'I didn't want to believe that my father's death had nothing to do with his promise. I didn't want to believe that the promise he repeated over and over ended up being nothing. If this means I have chosen the path of death, then I ask you to deliver me. Purify me.'
'Mm—no. I changed my mind. Rose Riverside is no more, but whoever said it couldn't be reborn? If this is what a vow means to you, then your loyalty is assured, even if you are not a Vampire. There is no one left to tell me what Rose Riverside can and cannot be, after all.'
Entelechia withdrew her scythe and extended a hand to me.
—The first non-Vampire Canoe of Rose Riverside on the first time she met Entelechia, as she guided a Rhodes Island team towards the safe zone
'Is it a warning or an insult, to deploy such a feeble assassin by the banks of the river where the roses bloom?'
'I'm not an assassin, Entelechia of Rose Riverside.'
'If you're a tourist, the roses here are certainly a worthy sight. But what kind of tourist could bypass the wards at the entrance, find our first safehouse, and knows my name to boot?'
'I was paying no attention to the roses, other than how their thorns made the path difficult. As for your question... it took me nineteen years to find out about your organization, five years to find this place, and three months to neutralize the wards.'
'Half a lifetime of effort for a feeble mixed-blood like you. Why?'
'My foster father's last words were 'Rose Riverside'. When he took me in, he promised me that he'd give me the right to decide my own life, even if the price was his own life. And the answer he left me was 'Rose Riverside'.'
'A touching story, but your information is out of date. Rose Riverside is no more. And what assistance could it be to you, even if it still existed? If I refuse you, you will not be allowed to leave this place alive, given what you know of us. If I accept you, that feeble body of yours will simply dissolve into a pool of blood in the purification process.'
'I know about the dissolution of Rose Riverside.'
'Then why didn't you stop?'
'I didn't want to believe that my father's death had nothing to do with his promise. I didn't want to believe that the promise he repeated over and over ended up being nothing. If this means I have chosen the path of death, then I ask you to deliver me. Purify me.'
'Mm—no. I changed my mind. Rose Riverside is no more, but whoever said it couldn't be reborn? If this is what a vow means to you, then your loyalty is assured, even if you are not a Vampire. There is no one left to tell me what Rose Riverside can and cannot be, after all.'
Entelechia withdrew her scythe and extended a hand to me.
—The first non-Vampire Canoe of Rose Riverside on the first time she met Entelechia, as she guided a Rhodes Island team towards the safe zone
HP
2580
ATK
750
DEF
502
RES
0
Cost
23
ATK Interval
1.3 sec
Block
2
Redeploy
70 sec
Talents
- Blood BankAttacks Steal> 75 Max HP from the target (Caps at 1350) and deal 200 Arts damage per second to the target for 5s
- Second ServingWhen HP drops below 25% for the first time, immediately recovers 50% of Max HP and reduces Physical damage taken by 10% from that point onwards
Skills
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Chasing the Rose ShadowOffensive RecoveryAuto ActivationSP Cost2The ATK of next attack increases to 175%, attacking twice consecutivelyatk_scale1.75
Crimson HarvestAuto RecoveryManual ActivationInitial SP15SP Cost20Duration12 secStops attacking and summons blood scythes around this unit and 1 other ground unit to slash at all surrounding enemies, dealing 195% ATK as Physical damage every 0.5satk_scale1.95interval0.5
Clinging Desire, Longing SpiritAuto RecoveryManual ActivationInitial SP22SP Cost30Duration20 secAttack Range increases, ATK +135%, ASPD +100, and immediately summons Heart Candles tied to up to 3 ground enemies within range with the highest HP; attacks against the Heart Candles deal at least 35% ATK as damage to them; Heart Candles inherit 60% of the corresponding enemy's current HP, and when attacked, that enemy will lose the same amount of HP as the Heart Candle
Heart Candles are only affected by Entelechia's attacksatk1.35attack_speed100attack@max_target3attack@max_hp_scale0.6attack@def_scale1attack@magic_resistance_scale1
Modules
ORIGINALEntelechia's Badge
Operator Entelechia has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude in dispatching enemy swathes with little to no support.
The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
This operator shall be appointed a Guard Operator during field operations to exercise Reaper responsibilities.
In witness whereof,
This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
REA-XA Ferry that WithersStage Stats Upgrade Description 1 - ATK +50
- DEF +20
Reaper Trait Cannot be healed by allies; Attacks deal AoE damage; Recovers 60 HP for every enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count2 - ATK +60
- DEF +38
Second Serving When HP drops below 25% for the first time, immediately recovers 70% of Max HP and reduces Physical damage taken by 15% from that point onwards3 - ATK +70
- DEF +50
Second Serving When HP drops below 25% for the first time, immediately recovers 85% of Max HP and reduces Physical damage taken by 20% from that point onwards
After many long years, Entelechia has come to this small town once more.
Though she is merely passing through, she cannot help but head out of the port, towards that simple wooden house, unwilling to let her only memory of the place be that of a former target, wretchedly choking on blood and smoke.
The house still looks as it did when Candler resided there. Day after day, she would sit out on the balcony, spinning candle wicks and stirring hot wax.
'Miss Candler, is that you—'
Upon hearing the name 'Candler', Entelechia subconsciously pulls on a thread of blood, drawing forth trembling fake ears made of hair and fur—the usual motions Candler made when she was listening.
'Not making candles any longer?' The old man calling for her is an old customer of Candler's. The man looks at her, then at the clothes drying under the sun on the balcony. 'Oh dear, you sold off your workshop.'
Candler was an artisan of wax and wicks, the candles she crafted scented and elegant. Someone once told her being a candlemaker didn't require any sort of skill. You could simply repackage ones from the factory as handmade ones, after all. But she sought out a teacher and learned what she could of the craft.
Her teacher once said that no matter the time or place, there was always someone lighting a candle. Some to grieve a death, some to celebrate new life, while others simply eager to read a salacious scene from a book. Candler quietly coughed, saying she was once a sickly child and did not have much opportunity to travel. If possible, she would instead travel through the medium of candles, to witness the customs of every corner of the land.
From then on, she would recreate the candles her teacher had mentioned, one after the other. From the candles of Sami hewn from split logs, to Leithanian candles with their Originium crystal fiber wicks. By the time Entelechia's mission was complete, and there was no longer any need for the guise of 'Miss Candler', there was only one type of candle she had yet to make: the rose candles of Gaul, for times of mourning.
'*sigh* I still think about your candles. Without them, graveside visits feel so empty.'
She looks at the old man, his ears bereft of any hair or fur. He knows not any Entelechia, but he has always remembered the false persona of Candler.
A sudden thought strikes her: was Candler truly false?
'I do have some spare time today, sir. I can make you one last candle. But I will be making one in a new style, if you don't mind.'
'Thank you... Thank you, Miss Candler
'Do you know anyone growing roses? Let us first borrow a flower, then prepare the other materials. Imagine the petals are little boats floating upon the wax, slowly fading away, day by day...'
And so, one ordinary evening, the candlemaker who longed to travel the land finally recreated the last candle she knew. Entelechia carried on with her mission, while Miss Candler passed away peacefully in this small town, leaving no regrets.
And in distant lands, behind a string of missions and target names, many more such brief lives and identities await. Entelechia is happy to eventually embrace each one and bid them farewell as they wither away. Though these lives serve as mere guises, arduous means to lofty ideals, they are, above all, her own.
REA-Y玫瑰色故事集Stage Stats Upgrade Description 1 - HP +220
- ATK +62
- ASPD +5
Reaper Trait Cannot be healed by allies; Attacks deal AoE damage; Recovers 50 HP for every enemy hit during attacks, up to Block count攻击范围内存在2名及以上敌人时攻击速度+122 - HP +270
- ATK +70
- ASPD +6
Blood Bank 每次攻击敌人时偷取>目标100点生命上限(最高1800)并使目标每秒受到350点法术伤害持续5秒,场上存在该法术伤害效果时,自身每秒回复2.5%最大生命值3 - HP +300
- ATK +75
- ASPD +7
Blood Bank 每次攻击敌人时偷取>目标120点生命上限(最高2160)并使目标每秒受到450点法术伤害持续6秒,场上存在该法术伤害效果时,自身每秒回复3.5%最大生命值
随着并不纯净的血晶在眼前凝结,脚下的尸体也溶解于血色的阴影。她见过这位贪婪的血魔,对方之所以出现在这里,是因为他相信能从这场战争中得到足够多的血液,从而提炼出“纯净”的那一滴。为此,他甚至不惜以身入局,放弃身为血魔的高贵。
隐德来希不动声色地望着下方的宴会,几个无声消逝的身影并未引起宾客的注意。在骤然的喧闹中,人们总是容易忽视即将到来的危险。航船泊入会场,那些从酒杯中悄然沥出的血液,已经将他们作为这场战争的碎片出卖。
若是细辨,宾客的话语间流淌着让人无法那么安宁的东西——进军、屠戮、牺牲......玫瑰河畔因理念选择了特蕾西娅,而聚集在这里的人,不止萨卡兹,他们都相信自己能从那位骁勇的将军,或者这场战争中攫取些东西到自己的手中。他们认为生命仅仅是数字,鲜血只是战争这场宴席必要的装点,他们共同歌唱着一种残酷的未来——出路只能存在于不计代价的暴力之中。
而那位亲王,那位坚信并且教给她道别意义的亲王,无法从这种荒暴与残酷中看到她的愿景。一往无前的将军将所有的功绩都建立在对道别的牺牲与漠视上,在遥远的未来中,血魔的亲王看不到任何能纪念的过往,也没有任何一处能容纳怀念的角落。
于是她选择了那座温柔的巨塔。这次,她率领少数的血魔与那位温柔的殿下并肩。
她对于亲王的愿景,或是萨卡兹的最终结局并不抱以多余的期待。但即便是她也不得不承认,在那座山谷中的玫瑰盛放在她的眼前之后,她的确被亲王描述的这份离别所打动。在亲王的血线连入身躯的刹那,她体会到了前所未有的遗憾、哀伤与怀念。而她也因为这些情感,得到了前所未有的完整。
萨卡兹的王期盼着和平,而善战的将军挑起了战争。究竟是巴别塔会因内在的孱弱而率先崩解,还是军事委员会会因无止境的野心走向覆灭?也许最为讽刺的一点在于,无论哪条道路,都淌满了她最为熟悉的鲜血,充斥着避无可避的牺牲。
恐怖的血河已然在战场上蜿蜒。她只知道,名列于这本“书籍”之上的,所有亲王与殿下面前的阻碍,无论是试图打破原则的介入者,还是妄图染指巴别塔的人,都将沉溺于血河,成为玫瑰的养分。
RIIC Base Skills
Flawless Heart αWhen this Operator is assigned to a Dormitory, restores +0.1 Morale per hour to all Operators assigned to that Dormitory, and every recruit slot (excluding initial slot), restores another +0.05 (Only the strongest stacked effect of this type takes place)
Flawless Heart β
When this Operator is assigned to a Dormitory, restores +0.1 Morale per hour to all Operators assigned to that Dormitory, and every recruit slot (excluding initial slot), restores another +0.1 (Only the strongest stacked effect of this type takes place)