故事模式剧情详表/迷尔
8-1
解锁条件：通过GIMME DA BLOOD
无月的暗夜笼罩着森林，似乎是想要将熊熊烈火扼杀在小小的村庄里，防止它逃窜到绵延的葱郁之中。
厮杀、嚎叫。与烈火相对应的是漆黑的身影，恐怖的形貌发出可怕的声音。
空气中弥漫着烟尘和惊恐，这让一些人满心只有夺路狂奔的念头。
但是对她来说，此时此刻内心里所感受到的却是令人刺激与兴奋的战意。
一道微光闪过，她那黑曜石般的长剑又撕裂了一只模糊的躯壳。
它们看似畸形的野兽，奔跑时四肢着地，战斗时又会灵活地利用后肢。
她的斩击直接从肩膀处将其一分为二，但对方的残躯尚未落地，
便如一道烟尘般散去，进而又融入那片火焰散发出的烟尘中。
就算将这些野兽从山火烟尘中化形的原理放在一边，她仍然对它们知之甚少。
野兽和野兽之间是很难分辨的。就她目前的了解，击杀对方只会将其本源送回烟尘之中，
然后重新变成野兽，就像一切都没有发生过一样。
她将华丽的剑刃又送入了一只阴影野兽的身体，顺便瞥了一眼背后。
村民们差不多要穿过森林了，那一边是不知哪个国家或势力的军队，
不断推进的前线想必会庇护他们的安全。
她得保护他们——不能让这股战意前功尽弃。
她纵身跃起，任由长发随风飘逸着，几乎瞬间跨过了整个战场。
就在野兽即将用烟尘般的爪子撕裂一名逃跑的农民时，她及时赶到并斩下了敌人的头颅。
那个小个子的壮实农妇在逃亡中略一停顿，
朝着这位陌生的剑舞者比了个手势——可能是表示感谢吧——然后匆忙逃走了。
剩下的事情花不了多少时间。
无论她发现自己身处何地，无论所在的世界有着怎样先进的科技，无论哪里的人们信奉怎样的思想，
她都只有一个目的：杀、杀、杀，直到斩除所有敌人为止。
终于，最后一个村民也磕磕绊绊地跑到了挥舞着长矛的士兵面前。她甚至能看到将士们额头上的汗水，
眼神中的恐惧……但她也看到了他们在搏杀时透露出的坚毅。
最后，她总算把剑放下了，吐出一口自己都没意识到的叹息。她知道接下来会发生什么。
一阵疲惫快速袭来——比上次更快了。
四周的世界开始破碎，就好像它原本只是一块玻璃所映射出的虚像。她闭上眼睛，无神地笑着。
惨淡的白光缓缓地包围了她……
……将她迎回了Arcaea的世界。
A moonless night blanketed the forest, trying to smother the fires blazing throughout its sprawling
verdure and the village nestled within.
Crashes and screams. Horrible sounds from horrible shapes, dark against the flames. For some, the
smoke-filled air was inundated with panic, driving them to run as fast as their legs could carry them.
She, however, felt enveloped in something now familiar to her: an unadulterated thrill of battle.
Her obsidian-colored sword glinted as it cleaved another of the shadowy figures. They were shaped
like malformed beasts, running on all fours yet fighting dexterously on hind legs. Her cut severed
its shoulders from the rest of its body—but before it could hit the ground, the body dissipated, as
though becoming smoke, before rising into the air to join the smoke from the fire.
Save for how the beasts appeared to materialize from the smoke of the forest blaze itself, she didn’t
know much else about them. There was little to distinguish one from another. For all she knew,
killing one would simply send its essence back into the clouds, only for it to come back again as
though nothing had happened.
As she stabbed her ornate blade into another of the shadow-beasts, she spared a glance behind her.
The villagers were nearly through the forest to the safety of the advancing forward line of some
nation or other.
She needed to protect them—needed to let the thrill within her run its course.
She jumped, spanning almost a field’s length in a single leap, long hair fluttering behind her, to
behead another beast as it raised a smoky claw to gore a fleeing farmer.
The short, muscular woman paused her escape for just a moment to offer a gesture the
sword-wielder wasn’t familiar with—perhaps a sign of gratitude—before scrambling away again.
It wouldn’t be much longer now. No matter where she found herself, no matter how advanced the
world’s technology and no matter what the philosophy of its people, she always had one objective:
slay, slay, slay—until, presumably, the enemy was gone.
Finally, the last straggler from the village made it to the line of spear-wielding soldiers. She could
see from here the sweat on the troops’ brows, the fear in their eyes… but she could see the
determination in their postures as well.
Letting down her sword at last, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d kept, knowing what
was to come next. She felt the weariness hitting her quickly—and, once again, sooner than the last
time.
The world around her began to fracture, as though it had merely been a projected image made of
glass. She closed her eyes and smiled an empty smile. Slowly, she let the pale light engulf her...
...and welcome her back into the world of Arcaea.
解锁条件：通过GIMME DA BLOOD
无月的暗夜笼罩着森林，似乎是想要将熊熊烈火扼杀在小小的村庄里，防止它逃窜到绵延的葱郁之中。
厮杀、嚎叫。与烈火相对应的是漆黑的身影，恐怖的形貌发出可怕的声音。
空气中弥漫着烟尘和惊恐，这让一些人满心只有夺路狂奔的念头。
但是对她来说，此时此刻内心里所感受到的却是令人刺激与兴奋的战意。
一道微光闪过，她那黑曜石般的长剑又撕裂了一只模糊的躯壳。
它们看似畸形的野兽，奔跑时四肢着地，战斗时又会灵活地利用后肢。
她的斩击直接从肩膀处将其一分为二，但对方的残躯尚未落地，
便如一道烟尘般散去，进而又融入那片火焰散发出的烟尘中。
就算将这些野兽从山火烟尘中化形的原理放在一边，她仍然对它们知之甚少。
野兽和野兽之间是很难分辨的。就她目前的了解，击杀对方只会将其本源送回烟尘之中，
然后重新变成野兽，就像一切都没有发生过一样。
她将华丽的剑刃又送入了一只阴影野兽的身体，顺便瞥了一眼背后。
村民们差不多要穿过森林了，那一边是不知哪个国家或势力的军队，
不断推进的前线想必会庇护他们的安全。
她得保护他们——不能让这股战意前功尽弃。
她纵身跃起，任由长发随风飘逸着，几乎瞬间跨过了整个战场。
就在野兽即将用烟尘般的爪子撕裂一名逃跑的农民时，她及时赶到并斩下了敌人的头颅。
那个小个子的壮实农妇在逃亡中略一停顿，
朝着这位陌生的剑舞者比了个手势——可能是表示感谢吧——然后匆忙逃走了。
剩下的事情花不了多少时间。
无论她发现自己身处何地，无论所在的世界有着怎样先进的科技，无论哪里的人们信奉怎样的思想，
她都只有一个目的：杀、杀、杀，直到斩除所有敌人为止。
终于，最后一个村民也磕磕绊绊地跑到了挥舞着长矛的士兵面前。她甚至能看到将士们额头上的汗水，
眼神中的恐惧……但她也看到了他们在搏杀时透露出的坚毅。
最后，她总算把剑放下了，吐出一口自己都没意识到的叹息。她知道接下来会发生什么。
一阵疲惫快速袭来——比上次更快了。
四周的世界开始破碎，就好像它原本只是一块玻璃所映射出的虚像。她闭上眼睛，无神地笑着。
惨淡的白光缓缓地包围了她……
……将她迎回了Arcaea的世界。
A moonless night blanketed the forest, trying to smother the fires blazing throughout its sprawling
verdure and the village nestled within.
Crashes and screams. Horrible sounds from horrible shapes, dark against the flames. For some, the
smoke-filled air was inundated with panic, driving them to run as fast as their legs could carry them.
She, however, felt enveloped in something now familiar to her: an unadulterated thrill of battle.
Her obsidian-colored sword glinted as it cleaved another of the shadowy figures. They were shaped
like malformed beasts, running on all fours yet fighting dexterously on hind legs. Her cut severed
its shoulders from the rest of its body—but before it could hit the ground, the body dissipated, as
though becoming smoke, before rising into the air to join the smoke from the fire.
Save for how the beasts appeared to materialize from the smoke of the forest blaze itself, she didn’t
know much else about them. There was little to distinguish one from another. For all she knew,
killing one would simply send its essence back into the clouds, only for it to come back again as
though nothing had happened.
As she stabbed her ornate blade into another of the shadow-beasts, she spared a glance behind her.
The villagers were nearly through the forest to the safety of the advancing forward line of some
nation or other.
She needed to protect them—needed to let the thrill within her run its course.
She jumped, spanning almost a field’s length in a single leap, long hair fluttering behind her, to
behead another beast as it raised a smoky claw to gore a fleeing farmer.
The short, muscular woman paused her escape for just a moment to offer a gesture the
sword-wielder wasn’t familiar with—perhaps a sign of gratitude—before scrambling away again.
It wouldn’t be much longer now. No matter where she found herself, no matter how advanced the
world’s technology and no matter what the philosophy of its people, she always had one objective:
slay, slay, slay—until, presumably, the enemy was gone.
Finally, the last straggler from the village made it to the line of spear-wielding soldiers. She could
see from here the sweat on the troops’ brows, the fear in their eyes… but she could see the
determination in their postures as well.
Letting down her sword at last, she exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d kept, knowing what
was to come next. She felt the weariness hitting her quickly—and, once again, sooner than the last
time.
The world around her began to fracture, as though it had merely been a projected image made of
glass. She closed her eyes and smiled an empty smile. Slowly, she let the pale light engulf her...
...and welcome her back into the world of Arcaea.
8-2
解锁条件：通过Bookmaker (2D Version)
迷尔并不知道自己的名字，即使她在来到这个死寂世界之前有什么记忆，现在也都遗失了。
一块玻璃碎片——就是这次将她卷入其中的那块——绕着她转了一圈，然后就飞向了远处。
从经验来看，她再也见不着它了。
它们叫作Arcaea——这是它们的名字，她在苏醒后就不知为何地知道这一点——
它们似乎展示着处于某些特定状况的纷纷世界。
她没法触碰这些碎片，但它们能对自己起效。
至今以来，它们已经将自己卷入其中十多次，让她参与到各种世界和事件当中，
并且都有着明显相同的目标：击败——不，应该是将敌人碾碎在脚下。
在每一次的经历中，都不可避免地出现一些无法与她并肩作战的人……
不过，比起保护他们的念头，还是战斗的渴望更让人热血上涌。
她能如臂指使这把苏醒时就带着的宝剑，虽然也不知道它是从哪儿来的。
她能感觉到，自己的剑技实在是超乎寻常。她显然能做到各个世界中的人们力所不能及的事情。
事实上，即使是她的敌人，在面对面的决斗中也没法造成多大的挑战。
她逐渐意识到，真正困难的地方还是在于是否能保护其他人。
不过，一旦她进入战斗状态，这些想法就都被抛之脑后了。战斗让她陶醉，沉醉于暴力所带来的快感。
然而这股喜悦似乎正在以超乎想象的速度褪去，只留下空虚和疲惫，而这要花上许多小时，
甚至是许多天去恢复。并且，似乎每一次恢复所需的时间都在加长。
空虚的乏力感让她开始思索自己被卷入的那些世界。虽然她之前相信它们是完全不同的世界，
但近来又有些怀疑。感觉这更像是……她在观看某种影像，并且因为某些原因，她能够与之互动。
她能感觉到，真相其实显而易见，她本来应该是知道的，只是现在她还抓不到一丝头绪……
她将剑扛上了肩膀，疲惫地望向四周。目光所及之处尽是一片白沙。
这是一片褪色的沙漠，就像归来后极度空虚的自己。
她背后的足迹仍然和她“穿越”前的样子分毫不差。因为静滞无风，也没法判断过去了多久。
在这里，似乎时间也没什么意义。
又是一次召唤。眼前再次充满了白光。
她兀然出现在了某个地方。
战火焦灼的大地，硝烟弥漫的苍穹，四处布设的简易障碍，以及深挖进地面的壕沟。
她茫然四顾，突然感到一阵乏力。
召唤的地点从没这么近，以前也都会冒出些弱小的敌人——就像是舞台上无面的群演，毫无意义，
但或许又是那些莫名战斗的唯一意义。更重要的是，她的敌人在哪里？
这次她的战斗在哪里？
Mir did not know her name, and if she had any memories from before this dead world to
remember, they were lost to her now.
A glass shard—the one that had pulled her this time—briefly spun around her before shooting
away into the distance. She knew from experience she wouldn’t see it again. They were called
Arcaea—their name a fragment of knowledge from her awakening of which she did not know the
origin—and they seemed to show other worlds in the midst of certain situations.
She couldn’t touch the shards, but they could act on her. Over a dozen times now, they had pulled
her inside, bringing her into those worlds and situations, with the apparent reason always the
same: to defeat—no, to crush her enemies underfoot.
Inevitably, each time, there would be those unable to fight behind her... though the idea of
shielding them paled in comparison to the driving, blood-racing thrill of the fight.
She was skilled with this blade she had woken up with—wherever it had come from. And something
told her that she was too skilled. She could clearly do things that others in these worlds couldn’t.
In fact, even her enemies didn’t pose much challenge for her in person-to-person combat. The true
challenge, she was learning, was in the protection of others.
But when she was in the fray, such concerns meant nothing to her. She reveled in the battle—let the
mirth of violence course through her.
That mirth, however, seemed to be draining from her more quickly after the fact, leaving naught
but emptiness and exhaustion that took what felt like hours, if not days, to restore. And it seemed
to be taking longer and longer each time.
The absence of adrenaline led her to ponder these other worlds she was being tossed into. Even
what had previously seemed to her to be fact, that these were other worlds at all, didn’t feel quite
right of late. It was almost more like... she was being shown images, ones that for some reason she
could act within. The answer was obvious, she sensed, as though she should have known it, yet it
was just beyond her grasp...
Tired, she hefted her sword onto her shoulder and took a look around. White sand, as far as the
eye could see. A desert, drained of its color, mirroring how drained she herself felt upon returning to
it. The trail of footprints behind her were exactly as they were before the "spiriting away". Without
any wind, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed.
Not that time seemed to have much meaning here.
Another calling. Everything turned white again.
Abruptly, she stood somewhere else. Fields charred brown, smoke in the sky, makeshift fences
erected on land and trenches dug into the ground.
She looked around, suddenly exhausted. The callings had never happened this close together
before. And where were the weak ones—that throng of faceless actors on the stage, pointless yet
also perhaps the sole reason for being thrown into battle? More importantly, where were her
enemies?
Where was her fight?
解锁条件：通过Bookmaker (2D Version)
迷尔并不知道自己的名字，即使她在来到这个死寂世界之前有什么记忆，现在也都遗失了。
一块玻璃碎片——就是这次将她卷入其中的那块——绕着她转了一圈，然后就飞向了远处。
从经验来看，她再也见不着它了。
它们叫作Arcaea——这是它们的名字，她在苏醒后就不知为何地知道这一点——
它们似乎展示着处于某些特定状况的纷纷世界。
她没法触碰这些碎片，但它们能对自己起效。
至今以来，它们已经将自己卷入其中十多次，让她参与到各种世界和事件当中，
并且都有着明显相同的目标：击败——不，应该是将敌人碾碎在脚下。
在每一次的经历中，都不可避免地出现一些无法与她并肩作战的人……
不过，比起保护他们的念头，还是战斗的渴望更让人热血上涌。
她能如臂指使这把苏醒时就带着的宝剑，虽然也不知道它是从哪儿来的。
她能感觉到，自己的剑技实在是超乎寻常。她显然能做到各个世界中的人们力所不能及的事情。
事实上，即使是她的敌人，在面对面的决斗中也没法造成多大的挑战。
她逐渐意识到，真正困难的地方还是在于是否能保护其他人。
不过，一旦她进入战斗状态，这些想法就都被抛之脑后了。战斗让她陶醉，沉醉于暴力所带来的快感。
然而这股喜悦似乎正在以超乎想象的速度褪去，只留下空虚和疲惫，而这要花上许多小时，
甚至是许多天去恢复。并且，似乎每一次恢复所需的时间都在加长。
空虚的乏力感让她开始思索自己被卷入的那些世界。虽然她之前相信它们是完全不同的世界，
但近来又有些怀疑。感觉这更像是……她在观看某种影像，并且因为某些原因，她能够与之互动。
她能感觉到，真相其实显而易见，她本来应该是知道的，只是现在她还抓不到一丝头绪……
她将剑扛上了肩膀，疲惫地望向四周。目光所及之处尽是一片白沙。
这是一片褪色的沙漠，就像归来后极度空虚的自己。
她背后的足迹仍然和她“穿越”前的样子分毫不差。因为静滞无风，也没法判断过去了多久。
在这里，似乎时间也没什么意义。
又是一次召唤。眼前再次充满了白光。
她兀然出现在了某个地方。
战火焦灼的大地，硝烟弥漫的苍穹，四处布设的简易障碍，以及深挖进地面的壕沟。
她茫然四顾，突然感到一阵乏力。
召唤的地点从没这么近，以前也都会冒出些弱小的敌人——就像是舞台上无面的群演，毫无意义，
但或许又是那些莫名战斗的唯一意义。更重要的是，她的敌人在哪里？
这次她的战斗在哪里？
Mir did not know her name, and if she had any memories from before this dead world to
remember, they were lost to her now.
A glass shard—the one that had pulled her this time—briefly spun around her before shooting
away into the distance. She knew from experience she wouldn’t see it again. They were called
Arcaea—their name a fragment of knowledge from her awakening of which she did not know the
origin—and they seemed to show other worlds in the midst of certain situations.
She couldn’t touch the shards, but they could act on her. Over a dozen times now, they had pulled
her inside, bringing her into those worlds and situations, with the apparent reason always the
same: to defeat—no, to crush her enemies underfoot.
Inevitably, each time, there would be those unable to fight behind her... though the idea of
shielding them paled in comparison to the driving, blood-racing thrill of the fight.
She was skilled with this blade she had woken up with—wherever it had come from. And something
told her that she was too skilled. She could clearly do things that others in these worlds couldn’t.
In fact, even her enemies didn’t pose much challenge for her in person-to-person combat. The true
challenge, she was learning, was in the protection of others.
But when she was in the fray, such concerns meant nothing to her. She reveled in the battle—let the
mirth of violence course through her.
That mirth, however, seemed to be draining from her more quickly after the fact, leaving naught
but emptiness and exhaustion that took what felt like hours, if not days, to restore. And it seemed
to be taking longer and longer each time.
The absence of adrenaline led her to ponder these other worlds she was being tossed into. Even
what had previously seemed to her to be fact, that these were other worlds at all, didn’t feel quite
right of late. It was almost more like... she was being shown images, ones that for some reason she
could act within. The answer was obvious, she sensed, as though she should have known it, yet it
was just beyond her grasp...
Tired, she hefted her sword onto her shoulder and took a look around. White sand, as far as the
eye could see. A desert, drained of its color, mirroring how drained she herself felt upon returning to
it. The trail of footprints behind her were exactly as they were before the "spiriting away". Without
any wind, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed.
Not that time seemed to have much meaning here.
Another calling. Everything turned white again.
Abruptly, she stood somewhere else. Fields charred brown, smoke in the sky, makeshift fences
erected on land and trenches dug into the ground.
She looked around, suddenly exhausted. The callings had never happened this close together
before. And where were the weak ones—that throng of faceless actors on the stage, pointless yet
also perhaps the sole reason for being thrown into battle? More importantly, where were her
enemies?
Where was her fight?
8-3
解锁条件：通过Illegal Paradise
战争。
迷尔经历过战斗——但从未经历战争。
她现在看到了，人们以致命的效率相互残杀，有时惊慌躲闪，有时英勇无畏，有时又丑态百出……
无论她走向哪里，她都发现别人比她弱小。那是些无辜、害怕又太过年轻的面庞。
他们看到她，然后又看向别处，好像把她当成了幻觉，一丝海市蜃楼。
她试过不顾一切地保护他们，但他们只会自己迈向死亡。
无论她走向哪里，她都能发现敌人。士兵们会对已经缴械的敌人举起武器。
那些与人性毫无关联的可怕兵器以她未能想象的速度散播着死亡。
即使她摧毁它们，也只会有更多的兵器从四面八方冒出来。
她冲向另一群人，那里一群身着蓝衣和红衣的两派人马正在彼此交战。
她迅速地做出判断，然后干掉了那些身着红衣的家伙。
然而在她身后，刚才救下来的那些人却被一种她从未见过的方式瞬间灭杀。
就这样消散殆尽。
在头顶上呼啸着的飞行物，如同倾盆大雨般毁灭着地上的一切。
那些飞行物上的徽记和身着蓝衣的人身上的一样。它们发出的火焰迅速地带走了诸多的生命。
难道说，它们才是该对付的敌人吗？
她深呼吸，然后向后挥动手臂，摆出发力的架势。在片刻的瞄准之后，她猛地转动身体，
怒吼着向空中掷出长剑。利剑划破空气朝那群飞行物飞去，然后如天国之刃般撕裂了它们，
在蔚蓝的天空中绽放出橘色与红色的鲜明火焰。
然后她看到一群人从飞行物中跳了出来，这让她觉得自己的所作所为依然是错误的。
白色从那些人的头顶和背后膨胀开来，随后下落的速度也逐渐放缓。
是降落伞吗？但对于红方的武器来说，这都是些简单的靶子而已。
战意正在，快速地消失。
疲惫又逐渐占据了她。
随之而来的还有，绝望——她对战场上的千变万化束手无力。
茫然——在犯下错误之后，她手足无措，更不知自己究竟要去击败谁。
恐惧——她害怕自己的决定会导致更糟糕的情况。
战意消失了。
就好像一位可靠的伙伴背叛了她，在她危难的关头弃她而去。
她双手摸索着，想要找回它。
怎么能没有它呢？
否则她可就要失去动力了，今后再也无力迈出任何一步。
她终究还是没能找回它，最后也跟那些受伤的士兵一样，双膝跪地。
不知多少个小时过去。
战场上的怒号已经淡去，只留下战后真正的创伤。
她双手捂住耳朵，想要隔离那些呻吟和哀叫。她闭上眼睛，想要忽略那些惨象和腥味。
她自言自语着：“这不是我的错，不是我的错。”
然而……这就是她的错。她觉得自己本来肯定是能做些什么。
她也许能改变些什么——想尽办法地去阻止这一切。
然而，当她思考自己能做些什么时，她发现自己无能为力。
这样的思绪不断重复，在她的脑海中萦绕徘徊不去。她感觉自己头晕目眩，心慌神颤。
最后，她的四周再次被白光笼罩，她被送回了Arcaea世界，一如往常。
她立刻就瘫倒在了地上，大口喘着气。
她的剑本来在几小时前就被扔上了天，此刻却也横着掉在她身旁， 在沙子上发出干瘪的碰撞声。
她闭着眼坐了起来，试图忘记一切，试图放空心神，试图不再理会这片纯白世界。
她来这里是干嘛的？她为什么会出现在这里？
自从她苏醒后，她的时间只足够拿来睡眠和思考自己之所以被召唤至此的问题。
但她缺失的记忆一直是心头挥之不去的阴霾。
她本来是想要干嘛的？
她想了又想，还是想不出来。
于是她又转过头，看向这片沙漠，盯着背后那条向后延伸出去的脚印。
她真希望自己能知道本来的目的地是哪里。
她不知道的是，她的脚印已经与另一条相连了，虽然距离是有些远。
但现在，她所能做的只有祈祷。她不知道该向谁祈祷，但她还是如此做着，
希望在这片空虚的白色沙漠中，自己能得到哪怕一丝的慰藉。
War.
Mir had experienced battle before—but never war.
She now watched people kill one another with deadly efficiency, run for their lives in fear, engage
in feats of true heroism, engage in displays of utter dishonor...
Every way she turned, she found those weaker than her. Innocent, terrified faces, and all too many
of them young. They would see her, then look away, as if recognizing her only as a hallucination, a
trick of the light. She nonetheless tried to protect them. They would then run to their deaths.
Every way she turned, she found enemies. Soldiers leveling weapons at disarmed foes. Terrible
armaments, disassociated from humanity, delivering death faster than she could have ever believed
possible. She destroyed them, and then more would appear on the other side.
She jumped to yet another group of people, blue uniforms fighting against red, before making a
quick judgement and taking down the red ones. Behind, those people she had just protected were
wiped out in an instant from a strike she hadn’t seen coming.
Fading.
Vessels soared overhead, raining pure destruction down upon the lands. The vessels bore the same
insignias as those in the blue uniforms. Their fire swiftly took so many lives. Were they the true
enemy?
Taking a deep breath, she swung her arm back. After a mere moment’s pause to take aim, she spun,
hurling her sword into the air with a shout. The blade screamed upward at the small formation—
then tore through them, sending wild oranges and reds scattering through the firmament.
Then she saw the people jumping, and realized her mistake. White flared above and behind them,
and their descent slowed—parachutes? But they were easy targets against the red side’s weaponry.
The thrill was fading. Quickly.
Exhaustion crept back in.
And with it, despair—hopelessness at this situation over which she seemed to hold no power.
Indecision—the uncertainty of knowing what to do after the errors she’d made, and of who it was,
exactly, she needed to defeat.
Fright—the fear that her decisions would lead to something even worse.
The thrill was gone.
It felt like a trusted partner had betrayed her. Left her in her moment of need. She reached out with
her hands, searching for it. It had to be here. She had no fuel without it. Nothing to give her the
strength to take another step.
Unable to find it, eventually she, like those wounded soldiers, fell to her knees.
Hours passed. The raging battle was now dwindling, leaving behind the true horror of warfare.
She put her hands over her ears to protect herself from their moans, their yells. She shut her eyes
to block out the sights and smells.
It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault, she told herself.
And yet... it was, still, her fault. She surely could have done something, she thought. She could
have changed something—anything to prevent this.
When she tried to think about what she could have done, however, she found she couldn’t.
And that process repeated, as it had done the last dozen times. She felt her nerves fraying, panic
setting in.
Eventually, her surroundings whitened, and she was sent back into the world of Arcaea in the same
manner as all the other times.
Immediately, she crumpled to the ground, breathing heavily. Her sword, which she’d thrown into
the air hours before, dropped down beside her, hitting the sand lengthwise with a dry clap.
She sat there, eyes closed, trying to forget, trying to make her mind go blank, trying to keep out the
sheer whiteness of this damned world’s sky.
What was she doing here? What did this world want from her?
Ever since her awakening, she’d only been given the time to ponder her summonings and to sleep.
But her lack of memories hung there in the back of her mind like a haunting phantom.
What did SHE want to do?
She thought, and thought, and realized she didn’t know.
So she turned her head to look back along the sands, gazing at the long trail of footprints
stretching out behind her. She wished she knew where she was going.
Unbeknownst to her, however, that trail of footprints had already been joined by another, still quite
far off.
But for now, she prayed. She didn’t know to whom, but she prayed regardless, hoping that she
would be granted just a little bit of respite, now, on these empty, white dunes.
解锁条件：通过Illegal Paradise
战争。
迷尔经历过战斗——但从未经历战争。
她现在看到了，人们以致命的效率相互残杀，有时惊慌躲闪，有时英勇无畏，有时又丑态百出……
无论她走向哪里，她都发现别人比她弱小。那是些无辜、害怕又太过年轻的面庞。
他们看到她，然后又看向别处，好像把她当成了幻觉，一丝海市蜃楼。
她试过不顾一切地保护他们，但他们只会自己迈向死亡。
无论她走向哪里，她都能发现敌人。士兵们会对已经缴械的敌人举起武器。
那些与人性毫无关联的可怕兵器以她未能想象的速度散播着死亡。
即使她摧毁它们，也只会有更多的兵器从四面八方冒出来。
她冲向另一群人，那里一群身着蓝衣和红衣的两派人马正在彼此交战。
她迅速地做出判断，然后干掉了那些身着红衣的家伙。
然而在她身后，刚才救下来的那些人却被一种她从未见过的方式瞬间灭杀。
就这样消散殆尽。
在头顶上呼啸着的飞行物，如同倾盆大雨般毁灭着地上的一切。
那些飞行物上的徽记和身着蓝衣的人身上的一样。它们发出的火焰迅速地带走了诸多的生命。
难道说，它们才是该对付的敌人吗？
她深呼吸，然后向后挥动手臂，摆出发力的架势。在片刻的瞄准之后，她猛地转动身体，
怒吼着向空中掷出长剑。利剑划破空气朝那群飞行物飞去，然后如天国之刃般撕裂了它们，
在蔚蓝的天空中绽放出橘色与红色的鲜明火焰。
然后她看到一群人从飞行物中跳了出来，这让她觉得自己的所作所为依然是错误的。
白色从那些人的头顶和背后膨胀开来，随后下落的速度也逐渐放缓。
是降落伞吗？但对于红方的武器来说，这都是些简单的靶子而已。
战意正在，快速地消失。
疲惫又逐渐占据了她。
随之而来的还有，绝望——她对战场上的千变万化束手无力。
茫然——在犯下错误之后，她手足无措，更不知自己究竟要去击败谁。
恐惧——她害怕自己的决定会导致更糟糕的情况。
战意消失了。
就好像一位可靠的伙伴背叛了她，在她危难的关头弃她而去。
她双手摸索着，想要找回它。
怎么能没有它呢？
否则她可就要失去动力了，今后再也无力迈出任何一步。
她终究还是没能找回它，最后也跟那些受伤的士兵一样，双膝跪地。
不知多少个小时过去。
战场上的怒号已经淡去，只留下战后真正的创伤。
她双手捂住耳朵，想要隔离那些呻吟和哀叫。她闭上眼睛，想要忽略那些惨象和腥味。
她自言自语着：“这不是我的错，不是我的错。”
然而……这就是她的错。她觉得自己本来肯定是能做些什么。
她也许能改变些什么——想尽办法地去阻止这一切。
然而，当她思考自己能做些什么时，她发现自己无能为力。
这样的思绪不断重复，在她的脑海中萦绕徘徊不去。她感觉自己头晕目眩，心慌神颤。
最后，她的四周再次被白光笼罩，她被送回了Arcaea世界，一如往常。
她立刻就瘫倒在了地上，大口喘着气。
她的剑本来在几小时前就被扔上了天，此刻却也横着掉在她身旁， 在沙子上发出干瘪的碰撞声。
她闭着眼坐了起来，试图忘记一切，试图放空心神，试图不再理会这片纯白世界。
她来这里是干嘛的？她为什么会出现在这里？
自从她苏醒后，她的时间只足够拿来睡眠和思考自己之所以被召唤至此的问题。
但她缺失的记忆一直是心头挥之不去的阴霾。
她本来是想要干嘛的？
她想了又想，还是想不出来。
于是她又转过头，看向这片沙漠，盯着背后那条向后延伸出去的脚印。
她真希望自己能知道本来的目的地是哪里。
她不知道的是，她的脚印已经与另一条相连了，虽然距离是有些远。
但现在，她所能做的只有祈祷。她不知道该向谁祈祷，但她还是如此做着，
希望在这片空虚的白色沙漠中，自己能得到哪怕一丝的慰藉。
War.
Mir had experienced battle before—but never war.
She now watched people kill one another with deadly efficiency, run for their lives in fear, engage
in feats of true heroism, engage in displays of utter dishonor...
Every way she turned, she found those weaker than her. Innocent, terrified faces, and all too many
of them young. They would see her, then look away, as if recognizing her only as a hallucination, a
trick of the light. She nonetheless tried to protect them. They would then run to their deaths.
Every way she turned, she found enemies. Soldiers leveling weapons at disarmed foes. Terrible
armaments, disassociated from humanity, delivering death faster than she could have ever believed
possible. She destroyed them, and then more would appear on the other side.
She jumped to yet another group of people, blue uniforms fighting against red, before making a
quick judgement and taking down the red ones. Behind, those people she had just protected were
wiped out in an instant from a strike she hadn’t seen coming.
Fading.
Vessels soared overhead, raining pure destruction down upon the lands. The vessels bore the same
insignias as those in the blue uniforms. Their fire swiftly took so many lives. Were they the true
enemy?
Taking a deep breath, she swung her arm back. After a mere moment’s pause to take aim, she spun,
hurling her sword into the air with a shout. The blade screamed upward at the small formation—
then tore through them, sending wild oranges and reds scattering through the firmament.
Then she saw the people jumping, and realized her mistake. White flared above and behind them,
and their descent slowed—parachutes? But they were easy targets against the red side’s weaponry.
The thrill was fading. Quickly.
Exhaustion crept back in.
And with it, despair—hopelessness at this situation over which she seemed to hold no power.
Indecision—the uncertainty of knowing what to do after the errors she’d made, and of who it was,
exactly, she needed to defeat.
Fright—the fear that her decisions would lead to something even worse.
The thrill was gone.
It felt like a trusted partner had betrayed her. Left her in her moment of need. She reached out with
her hands, searching for it. It had to be here. She had no fuel without it. Nothing to give her the
strength to take another step.
Unable to find it, eventually she, like those wounded soldiers, fell to her knees.
Hours passed. The raging battle was now dwindling, leaving behind the true horror of warfare.
She put her hands over her ears to protect herself from their moans, their yells. She shut her eyes
to block out the sights and smells.
It’s not my fault. It’s not my fault, she told herself.
And yet... it was, still, her fault. She surely could have done something, she thought. She could
have changed something—anything to prevent this.
When she tried to think about what she could have done, however, she found she couldn’t.
And that process repeated, as it had done the last dozen times. She felt her nerves fraying, panic
setting in.
Eventually, her surroundings whitened, and she was sent back into the world of Arcaea in the same
manner as all the other times.
Immediately, she crumpled to the ground, breathing heavily. Her sword, which she’d thrown into
the air hours before, dropped down beside her, hitting the sand lengthwise with a dry clap.
She sat there, eyes closed, trying to forget, trying to make her mind go blank, trying to keep out the
sheer whiteness of this damned world’s sky.
What was she doing here? What did this world want from her?
Ever since her awakening, she’d only been given the time to ponder her summonings and to sleep.
But her lack of memories hung there in the back of her mind like a haunting phantom.
What did SHE want to do?
She thought, and thought, and realized she didn’t know.
So she turned her head to look back along the sands, gazing at the long trail of footprints
stretching out behind her. She wished she knew where she was going.
Unbeknownst to her, however, that trail of footprints had already been joined by another, still quite
far off.
But for now, she prayed. She didn’t know to whom, but she prayed regardless, hoping that she
would be granted just a little bit of respite, now, on these empty, white dunes.
8-4
前置条件：购入Spirit of the Dauntless单曲
解锁条件：通过ReviXy
那位少女的生命已然进入了倒计时。
即使这不过是一段回忆……
即使这仅仅是对于Arcaea这个世界而言……
……
人终有一死，但在这样一个地狱般的空洞世界中死去，
死者们的灵魂会变成什么样子，实在是不忍想象。
迷尔一遍又一遍地琢磨着这个问题。
只要能活着就行，这是她过去一贯的想法。
因为也没有什么人可以照顾她，她总是孤零零一个人，以剑为伴。
但如今……留给她身旁那个少女的时间并不多了，她的生命显然已进入了倒计时。
这个想法自然而然就产生了。
迷尔就是这样自然而然地知道要去保护谁，谁又将因此而躲过一劫，而谁又终究逃不过死亡的命运。
这或许就是所谓的直觉吧。
所以，看着周遭正在发生的一切，迷尔的心里反而只有一个确切而笃定的想法：
这位少女的命运，便是死亡。
This girl was going to die.
Be it in a memory...
Be it in Arcaea...?
...
If someone were to die in this empty hell, what would become of their soul?
Mir had asked herself these questions time and time again.
Until now, she had been satisfied with just making sure she survived.
No one else would look out for her here. She was always alone, her blade her only companion.
And this girl beside her: she would die.
That idea simply came to Mir.
That idea of who she had to protect, and the idea of who would end up living, and of who would draw
their last breath.
It all came to her intuitively.
As Mir watched the scene unfold before her eyes, she knew.
The girl was meant to die.
8-5
前置条件：完成8-4
少女赤足站在柔软细腻的白沙中。
仰躺在暖和的地上，迷尔过了好一会儿才反应过来发生了什么。
有一个人——一个女孩，正俯下身来盯着她的脸看，
少女的身子挡住了从永远明亮多彩的天空中降下的部分光线。
少女衣着奇特，留着和迷尔一样的长发，只不过她将自己银色的发丝扎了起来，留了个双马尾的造型。
即便她们两人都无法以对方的名字相称，但那位少女的确有一个名字——“调”。
迷尔将视线落在了她随身携带的一个物件上。
那是……一种乐器吗？
正当迷尔思索之时，少女率先打破了沉默。
“有什么事吗？”她说。
迷尔并没有回应她，而是沉默着看向下方——无色的沙堆砌成绵延的小丘，不断向远处扩展。
她随后又抬头看向上方——白色的天空仍是那么熟悉，这是她每次返回都会看到的景象。
最后，她又将视线挪回至少女身上，无言对上了她关切的眼神。
“又是一个……”迷尔喃喃道。
突然间，脑海深处的某个回忆像是被唤起了一般，她意识到自己好似在哪里听过这首曲子。
……她听见的歌声，一定是这个女孩的吧。
“感到意外吗？其实我也一样。”银发少女继续说道，“但你真的没事吗？可以尝试站起来吗？”
站起来？老实说，她宁愿自己做不到。
她实在是累了。
“……是有哪里不对劲吗？”
不对劲？什么事都不对劲。但无所谓，她对这种状态再熟悉不过了。
只见少女俯下身，半跪在与迷尔面前，表情逐渐凝重起来。
“我说，你……你甚至不打算告诉我你是谁吗？”
她是谁？她自己都不知道。
她可以给出答案：浪人，狂战士，杀手，屠夫，女武神……但都不太贴切。
无能，无知，无用。
最终，她只是摇了摇头，没有回答。
“你也不知道吗？原来是这样。”女孩回答道，
“我也不知道自己是谁。我没有在这里醒来之前的任何记忆，我甚至都不知道自己叫什么名字。”
“一个傀儡罢了。”迷尔突然开口，“这该死的世界让我做什么，我就得去做。”
“……什么？”银发少女看着她，一脸迷茫。
“我不知道……我只知道我必须严格遵守这些规则。”迷尔自顾自地继续讲着。
少女沉默片刻，才回应道：“‘必须’这个词是不是有点夸张了，毕竟我们还是有选择的余地——”
“不，我没有。”
“……是这样的，你不需要跟我分享你的秘密，但这并不代表你也不能找个人来分担一下呀。
你能告诉我你到底怎么了吗？”
……就这样拉扯了一段时间，迷尔最终还是站起了身，开始向前走去。
这便是两个少女初遇的场景。
即使她们都不清楚自己和对方的名字，
但或许是双方都觉得这个空无一物的世界中孤身一人会太过孤独，
银发少女自那以后便固执地跟着迷尔同行，而迷尔也默许了这件事。
调并不沉默寡言，
从令人审美疲劳的无尽白沙到头顶苍白广阔的天空，从她自己的经历到失去了记忆的种种揣测，
她都侃侃而谈，而迷尔一如既往地沉默地听着。
她确实都听进去了，只是确实不知道要如何回应。
这就是她们二人一开始的相处模式，相互熟悉需要时间，所幸，这并不需要太久。
Bare feet on the white sand.
Lying there on the ground with her back warmed by the earth, it took Mir a few moments to understand
what the sight meant. In the meantime, a person—a girl, silhouetted against the ever-radiant sky—
leaned down to peer at her face. She stood in strange dress, with hair the length of Mir's own,
though it was tied up in two tails and the strands were all silver.
...Her name was Shirabe, though neither Mir nor she knew that.
Mir's gaze drifted to something the girl was carrying.
An instrument?
The silence was broken as the girl spoke.
"Are you alright?"
Mir's silence remained. She looked down—endless hills of colorless sand. She looked up—at the familiar
white sky she always returned to. Finally, she looked at the girl—and saw her expression of concern.
"Another person..." Mir muttered.
A spark of memory lit her mind: that of the song she'd heard before.
...It must have been this girl's.
"Surprised? I'm as surprised as you are," said the girl. "Are you okay? Can you stand up?"
Stand up? In all honesty, she'd rather not.
She was tired. So tired.
"...Something wrong?"
Wrong? Everything was wrong. And yet, that was right.
The girl knelt in front of her, and her concern was turning to worry. "Actually, first... Who are you?"
Who was she? She didn't have a good answer for that—but there were many unsatisfying ones. Wanderer.
Warrior. Berserker. Slayer. Valkyrie.
Incompetent. Ignorant. Failure.
...She simply shook her head.
"Don't know...? Well, me neither..." said the girl. "I don't remember anything before waking up here.
Not even my name."
"I'm a puppet," Mir finally replied, "here to do whatever this damned world bids me."
The other girl looked at her, perplexed. "Uh... What?"
"I don't know..." Mir trailed off. "All I know is I have to dance to those strings."
The girl remained silent for a few moments. "'Have to' is pretty heavy... You know, I think we all have a
choice to—"
"I don't."
"...Hey, you don't have to say if you don't want to, but won't you tell me what's wrong? What happened
to you?"
...After, Mir rose to her feet and began to walk.
That was how these two girls had met: two more girls who didn't even know their own names.
Owing perhaps to their mutual solitude in the empty world, the girl with white locks stubbornly remained
at Mir's side. She wasn't afraid of talking. About the boring sands, about the pale sky, about her experiences,
about not remembering anything. Mir stayed silent during her monologues. The words registered, but she
could never think of anything to say.
That was, at least, at first.
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在这几个小时乃至几天的时间里，她们就一直这样在沙丘与沙丘之间边跋涉边交谈。
迷尔也在这个过程中逐渐开口接话，主动去分享一些自己的事情，
虽然总是关于痛苦，关于伤口，关于混沌……
她的谈资不外乎这些东西，要么是关于她不再能体会到的兴奋感，要么是她日渐增长的疲惫感。
她谈起通过这个与这个世界同名的碎片去往的那些世界的事，
也谈到了她认为自己所经历过的挫折和失败——比方自己的存在。
而她的同行伙伴只是默默地听着她的分享。迷尔的确没想到这个女孩也能这么安静。
因此迷尔也就接着讲了下去。
等她讲完后，银发少女给她分享了一些她其实早已知晓的情报：
这些碎片，这些“Arcaea”，其实是回忆的一种存在形式。
迷尔并不清楚自己究竟是如何知道碎片是回忆这件事的，
但她确实一开始就清楚，这种莫名其妙就知道一些真相的经历让她觉得这一切并不简单……
“其实，我也并非总是心情好。这怎么可能呢？”
有一回，银发少女这么跟她说道，“其实我……我还是感到很没底。
‘我为什么会来到这里？’‘为什么我什么都不记得了？’……我老是问自己这种问题，
因为这一切都太荒诞了，对不对？”
迷尔低着头沉默地盯着地板，不知如何回复是好。
“不过现在的话，我倒没有那么担心了，
因为我现在知道，还有人也跟我一样真真实实地活在这个世界上，还就在我旁边。”
她或许早已习惯了迷尔的沉默，继续补充道。
迷尔不禁皱了皱眉。
她脑中的某个地方毫无征兆地刺痛了一下。
银发少女并未察觉，继续滔滔不绝地讲着，但迷尔早没心思继续听了。
等到她终于抬起头时，才听清少女在讲些什么。
“我觉得我算是擅长玩音乐的，所以……诶？你怎么了？”
只见迷尔正直勾勾盯着一个刚从她身旁飞过的正在漂浮着的不明物体，完全沉浸在自己的世界里。
又来一个。
又得被拽进去了吗……
……
怎么偏偏是现在……
她赶紧闭上眼睛，让自己不要去看，全身上下的每一个细胞都在竭尽全力将其排斥和拒绝在外。
她又听见了银发少女的声音。
“你还好吗？等等，不会——不会你是被‘召唤’了吧？”
她语速突然快了起来，声音也显得急促了许多。
接着，她感到有什么东西抓住了她的手臂。
迷尔睁开了眼。
思绪被少女打乱，迷尔转过身，目光落在了挨着她不放手的银发少女疑惑的神情上。
然后，“召唤”便发生了。
竟然不只有她一个人。
竟然不只是她一个人……
那个少女竟然同她一起来到了这段回忆之中。
迷尔想起了什么，一阵从未有过的剧烈的恐惧感随即朝她袭来。
她……
迷尔发觉自己又不知不觉知道了一件事情，一件她不想知道的事。
她没办法在这里保护调。而这是板上钉钉的客观事实。
少女的生命，已然进入了倒计时。
Hours passed, perhaps days—an empty time filled only with walking across the dunes, punctuated by
her chatter.
Mir talked about pain, blood, chaos... The thrill she had lost, and the exhaustion she had found. She
talked about the worlds she visited in the glass—the Arcaea. And, she talked about her failures: herself
among them.
The other girl listened. In fact, she stayed quieter than Mir thought was possible.
And so, Mir kept talking.
In return, the girl shared with her something she knew: those shards of glass, those so-called "Arcaea",
were actually memories. She didn't know how she knew this—she just did. That only raised more
questions...
"No, no, I'm not always happy. Come on..." the white-haired girl told her at one point. "Actually I'm still...
pretty afraid of all this. I keep asking myself, 'Why am I here?' 'Why can't I remember anything?' None of
it makes sense, right...?"
Mir looked down in silence, unsure how to respond.
"But...I'll admit I don't think I'm worrying as much now that I've met another living, breathing person here,"
the other girl added.
Mir winced.
There was now, with no warning, an ungentle prick at the edge of her mind.
The girl continued, saying something. Something Mir couldn't hear.
She looked up. The other girl caught her ears.
"Also I think I know how to play music, and I—... Huh? What's wrong?"
Mir's eyes were fixated on an object floating just past her.
Another one.
Another one of those worlds.
...No,
not now...
She squeezed her eyelids shut against the sight, every fiber of her body rejecting it.
The girl's voice reached her again.
"Are you okay? Wait, is it—is it that 'summoning'?" she spoke quickly, hushed.
And, she felt hands grasp her arm.
Mir opened her eyes.
Her concentration broken, she turned and saw the white-haired girl clinging to her,
confusion clear in her eyes.
And then it happened. That "summoning".
Not just herself.
Not just alone.
She came into the memory with the other girl.
A sense of dread like nothing she'd ever felt before came over her.
The girl...
Mir didn't know how she knew, but she knew.
She wouldn't be able to protect her here. It was impossible.
This girl was going to die.
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迷尔看着仍死死抓着她不放的银发少女，她的脸上仿佛写满了无助二字。
不过，心情什么的，已经不太重要了，对吧？
没错，即使迷尔仍然不知道自己又是如何得知这件事情的，
但无论怎样，这个少女都得死在这段回忆里。
这就是本该发生的事情，板上钉钉的事实。
以前迷尔觉得自己只是个旁观者，但这回……这回也许与以往不太一样……
难道她真的什么都做不到了吗？
有什么东西成群朝女孩们袭来——
可怖的、畸形的、会飞的生物——迎着疾风，背着满月，黑压压一片。
和之前那些回忆中一样，这些生物似乎是由某种无光的暗物质构成的，
通体漆黑，显得唯一泛光的三只红色眼睛愈发诡异。
迷尔身手还算可以，但很遗憾，她并不会飞。她感觉这个回忆的主人也没有这种超能力，所以……
她甩开了银发少女的手，
“放开。”她说道，接着抡起大剑指向那虫群般飞来的黑影。屏气凝神，眼观四路，耳听八方——
“你……你行吗？”
迷尔则以沉默作为回应。
她并不想接受，所以她尝试再次唤起“兴奋感”——这种曾让她安然度过了无数次腥风血雨的快感。
……
但她已经无法做到。
恰恰相反，她的身体被强烈的疲惫和绝望占据，而那遮天蔽日的敌人此时已然临近。
黑影大军横扫而来，落在了她身上。
她身旁的少女尖叫起来，惊动了部分敌人转移目标，朝她飞去，准备寻找时机下手。
本能地——
本能地，她想到这个少女终将死去的既定命运。
先是被扯进了突兀的战斗中。
再是被迫在战斗中垂死挣扎。
命运无法忤逆，她的死显然无法避免，因此这一切毫无意义。
就连她自己也一样。
……就算在这场死斗中活了下来，又如何？就算死在这里，又能如何？
毫无分别。
这段回忆丝毫没有给她们任何希望。
拼尽全力也杀不完的源源不断地敌人，让这场战斗的结果在开始时就已注定。
她的身前是一张水泄不通的黑网，而她的身后是一个的注定会献祭的牺牲品。
……“守护”是为了什么？为什么要去“守护”？
这一切有什么意义？她或许已经知道了答案，不是吗？
这段奇特的回忆……
是曾经活着的人留下的，也将会是她和她身旁那位少女的遗物。
但她没料到的是……
一声清脆而华丽的呐喊，会将她的痛苦瞬间瓦解。
那是夹杂着信念和恼怒的一声呐喊。
这声呐喊的音色清脆而悦耳，语气和内容却满是命令的味道。
“别只是站在那发呆啊，你傻吗？快挥剑啊！”
She looked over at the other girl, still clinging to her arm. Defenseless, at least as far as Mir could tell.
But that didn't matter right now. Did it?
No. She didn't know how, and she didn't know why, but defenseless or no, the other girl was meant to
die in this memory. It was what was supposed to happen.
Before, Mir would have only registered her as another bystander. But this... This wasn't...
Was there anything she could do?
Awful, malformed, flying creatures—a whole flock of them soared toward the two girls on the wind, the
full moon at their backs. Like many of the enemies in previous memories, they seemed to be made of
some kind of dark substance that gave off almost no light, save for their sets of three red eyes.
Mir could fight, but she couldn't fly. She doubted the memory's owner could have flown either. And thus...
She shook the girl's arm off. "Let go," she said, brandishing her sword at the swarm of birdlike shadows.
She focused. She heard—
"You...You can beat them?"
But Mir said nothing in reply.
She didn't want to accept this, and so she tried to rally "thrill" again. That thrill which had gotten her
through so much battle and bloodshed.
...
...It wouldn't come.
No: instead she faced down the approaching enemies, swinging, with weariness and despair permeating
her body.
As they fell over her, the other girl cried out. A group of them had shifted over toward her, and now they
circled overhead.
And instinct—
—it reminded her that this was set in stone.
Like fighting on sudden battlefields...
Like fighting losing battles.
The girl's death was inevitable, and so it was of no concern.
Her life, too...
...there was no significance whether it went on beyond here, or ended soon.
This memory had presented Mir with an impossible scenario. Slaughter twenty and soon find a hundred.
A wall stood before her, and a sacrifice behind her.
...What purpose, what meaning was there in "protecting"? What worth? No, for worth... She had found
what had worth already, hadn't she?
This strange memory...
...would be the memento of the dead who'd left it, of her, and of the girl all the same.
And yet, to her surprise...
A golden cry shattered that bitterness in an instant.
A voice of faith. A voice of irritation...
A forceful command from a beautiful voice.
"Don't just stand there, you idiot—swing your sword!"
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前置条件：完成8-7
解锁条件：通过LunarOrbit -believe in the Espebranch road-
银发少女不知何时来到了她身后，与迷尔背对背站着，她娇小的身影被飞扬的尘土包围。
一把斧状物从迷尔眼前俯冲而过，半途还正好搞定了一个怪物。
……少女纤细的手臂紧握住斧柄，不，原来……
原来，那可不是什么斧头……
而是一把吉他。
她用那胜似武器的琴头击飞了一只怪物，又在新的一波怪物黑压压地从天而降时把琴狠狠往地上砸去。
她双膝跪地，双臂、两腿，乃至全身都在颤抖。
她险些完全瘫倒在地，但还是勉强保持了姿势。
她回过头，盯了一眼身后那个正瞪着眼睛看呆了的人。
她再度朝那人喊话，声线一如既往地优美、华丽：
“看前面啊！看我干嘛！”
“把、你、的、剑、给、我、挥、起、来！”
她听起来是如此的笃定而又充满觉悟……
没来得及细想，迷尔下意识地再度握紧了她的剑柄。
少女又瞪了她一眼，目光坚定，好似不再害怕，而是感到愤怒。
“如果你觉得你无路可走了的话，”少女喊道，
“那就想想我！我给你一个选择，行吗？！——我给你开了一条路了，给我动起来啊！”
她说的没错……
“自由要靠自己去争取——如果你没这个斗志，那好歹为了我努力一下行吗？！该死！”
迷尔咬紧了牙关。又一团直冲着她袭来，差点将她撞倒在地。
但她上扬的嘴角和因此而露出的部分牙齿却将她此刻的心情表露无遗——她笑了。
或许，真像她说的这样……
我确实拥有选择的权利。
远处，层层黑影逐渐迫近，但这已不再是一场无谓的挣扎。
“也不是不行，”迷尔在调整气息之余穿插着回复道，“那就由我来搞定它们，你赶紧把头低下！”
她站起身向低处奔去，在合适的位置站好，摆好进攻的姿势。
她将大剑往回收了收，长呼了一口气……
温热的气息如滚烫的蒸汽般，炙热的火舌般……
肌肉收缩、发力，她黑曜石般的大剑随即向前挥去——
只见一道强光自剑中迸发，与此同时一股奇特而惊人的力量也爆发出来。
等等，刚才这……难道这是她的力量？
……她聚精会神，尝试向剑中注入更多。
然后，将其再度举起……
接着，双臂和双手一齐发力，就像呼风唤雨一般——
她的大剑挥舞而下，朝前劈去。
带着一股威力巨大的狂风，利刃从银发少女的头顶迅速擦过。
她瞪大了眼睛，看着不远处的迷尔随着挥刀的动作摆动身体，
以及先前那些杀不光的黑影被横扫而过的狂风通通撕碎。
黑红的大剑猛地撞击大地，而它的主人拖拽着它，又向左侧和天空掷出一系列威力巨大的风刃。
稍作调整之后，一道清晰明确的界限便又将右侧的天空顷刻划成了两半……
狂野而优雅的进攻，天空又逐渐恢复了明朗。
迷尔的心鼓动着，过了一会儿，她不禁浅浅笑出了声。
原来，这和战斗毫无干系……
原来，她的意义……
不只是当一把进攻的剑，而是要同时做一个守护的盾。
最后一次，迷尔将自己的剑收回自己手中。
所有的阴影此时汇聚在一块，她又莫名得知了一件“事实”——
“这就是最后了。”那个恼人的声音说道。
她看向身旁挨着自己的少女，心想：
没错，这就是最后了。
也是全新的开始。
迷尔将剑向前挥去，巨大的力量刺过黑影，令最后的阴影也消灭殆尽。
这股力量，穿透了云层，越过了天空……
然后，赶上了被掩盖住了的太阳……
最终突破了回忆设好的枷锁。
“命运”？“既定”？不。
这便是她的选择，而她当然可以做出自己的选择。
她们所处的回忆开始凝结。“这里”的现实逐渐扭转，破碎。
一切都撕裂开来，昭示着一个令这个世界无法接受的结局——
忤逆命运的搅局者，给一个既定的悲剧画上了美好的句号。
玻璃和大气逐渐瓦解，这个小小的世界慢慢消散殆尽。
一切都结束后，她环顾四周，眼前的景象颠覆了她的一切想象和认知。
数以万计的敌人被尽数击溃，她们又回到了Arcaea广袤而又荒芜的大地上，
而随着记忆的消失，她周围的“空间”也在不断闪烁。
而另外一名少女则保住了性命……这实在是……
迷尔笑了，这是自她来到Arcaea后第一次发自内心的笑。
她就这么放任自己笑着，直到眼泪打湿了自己的眼眶。
在这个纯白的世界中，她终于得以自在地大笑，释怀地啜泣。
The girl was before her, surrounded by a cloud of dust.
An axe flew before Mir's eyes, catching a beast mid-dive...
...That girl's weak arms were choked around that axe's neck—no, in fact...
It was no "axe"...
It was a guitar.
She had bludgeoned the beast away with what had looked like the head of a weapon. Now, she slammed
it to the earth as a new wave of dark creatures approached from the sky. On her knees, arms—legs—body
trembling—quaking, she almost entirely collapsed, but forced an...almost steady posture. She turned her
head around to stare at the wide-eyed one behind her.
And once again, she shouted out: golden and beautiful.
"Look out ahead of you, right now...!
"And swing. Your. Sword!"
That resolve, that determination in her voice...
Against her better judgment, Mir's grip on her blade's handle tightened once more.
The girl stared back, her gaze set, seeming more angry than afraid.
"If you don't believe that you have any choice," said the girl, "then I'm giving you one—I'm giving you a
path! Look forward!"
She did...
"Carve out your freedom—if not for you, then at least for me, damn it!"
Mir gritted her teeth. Another shadow slammed into her, nearly knocking her off balance.
Her lips turned upward, and so her teeth were soon bared in a grin.
Maybe, just maybe...
...this was a choice to make indeed.
Shadows began to descend once more...
"Fine, then," murmured Mir under her breath. "I'll swing, so bow your head...!"
She righted herself, and stomped down—setting her feet in place.
She drew her sword back, and she breathed out long...
...Like steam, like breath of fire...
Her muscles tightened, and her obsidian blade seemed to—no, it did...
It glowed with a strange energy. Hers?
...She focused, and filled it more.
She began to raise the sword...
And like hurling forth a typhoon—a tornado through her arms, her hands—
She swung, and carved forth.
The other girl's hair danced as the blade flew over her head and a great gale was cast out of it. She gazed
wide-eyed as the shadows were ripped away, and as Mir spiraled over her body as she followed the swing.
The blade slammed against the earth, and Mir dragged it through, hurling another storm of cutting wind
to her left and skyward.
She stopped only a moment, and thus carved away the skies to their right...
It was at once all grace, and all fury. Those dark skies began to clear...
Mir's heart beat, and shortly a chuckle escaped her lips.
This... was never about the fighting, was it?
No, her purpose...
...was to play the role of both sword, and shield.
Mir drew her blade back one last time.
The shadows coalesced, and a "knowing" came again.
"This is the end", said that aggravating idea.
But, as the other girl clung to her, she knew this too:
This was the beginning.
Mir thrust her blade forth, the force blasting through the last of shades...
Through the clouds, and the sky...
To the hidden sun...
And beyond the bounds of memory.
"Fate"? "Certainty"? No.
This was her choice.
The memory itself froze. The fabric of reality "here" twisted, and frayed. It all ripped apart. An
unacceptable ending—a happy end to a told tragedy—had ruined fate's plan. With crippled
glass and air, this small world slowly fell to nothing.
And, when it was over, she looked around herself. The sight defied all her intuition, all her
previous knowledge.
An army had been defeated, and so they were returned to the barren lands of Arcaea—
"space" around them flickering as the memory around them ceased.
And the other girl...was alive. Seeing that...
...For the first time since waking up in the world of Arcaea, Mir truly laughed. She laughed,
in fact, until tears filled her eyes. She laughed, and cried, in this world of white.
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她们就这么安静地坐了一会儿。
迷尔不禁陷入了沉思，银发少女则静静地缝补着手中的一片东西。
红色的方形布料上织着一个眼熟的黑色图案。
看了一会儿，迷尔突然明白了这种熟悉感从何而来。
那个图案就是她们在记忆中击败的其中一个怪物……
只不过在这个女孩的手下，它看起来仿佛可爱了许多。
迷尔不禁轻笑起来。
她可真是将自己看得清清楚楚……
又或许，她自己当时的绝望感真的太过明显，很难不被察觉到吧。
少女终于完成了她手中的针线活，将工具收了起来。
迷尔往着天空出神，原来被自己赶走的思想又通通回到了脑海中。
明明是不可能的事，她究竟是怎么做到的？更重要的是，那个世界究竟是什么来头？她又是谁？
难道她之前就知道这一切了？不，真的存在“之前”这个东西吗？
迷尔早就不是第一次有这些疑问了，但如今这个节点，答案是什么可能比以往更加重要。
迷尔回头，忍不住问道：“不打算继续和我一起了吗？”
银发少女的嘴微微张开，却没有发出声音，仿佛还没想好要如何回答。
过了一会儿，她终于回应道：“啊……不是的。”
“嗯。”迷尔应道，然后转过身继续朝前走去。
“……你这是终于肯向前看了？”
“哼，差不多吧……”迷尔笑着说道，
“毕竟，有人愿意保护我，关心我，帮助我，我确实会轻松不少。”
迷尔往身后瞥了一眼，只见银发少女白皙的脸颊上出现了些许红晕。
“真的吗……”只见她回答道，
“那，如果你下次还莫名其妙一个人卷进了一些奇奇怪怪的危险的回忆中的话——”
“我自己会处理好。“
“好，好的，但……你不是说……那我会在后方……在这边看看能不能帮上什么忙。”
“……如果我回不来了呢？”
“那我就只好继续向前了。”少女坦率地回答道，“我会继续向前，然后找到你，不惜一切代价。”
“如果我恰巧被困在了世界的另一端了呢？或是什么悬崖最低处、群山山顶呢？”
“那又如何？对我来说没什么区别。”
……原来如此华丽的嗓音，也可以如此率真而又纯粹吗？
迷尔并不会怀疑她；她感到自己的肩膀终于放松下来，表情也逐渐变得柔软……
“嗯，我相信你。”她轻声应道。
于是，两名少女肩并肩，向前迈步——来日方长，而她们会一直前行。
They sat for a while, Mir in deep thought and the other girl quietly stitching something onto a patch
within her hands. A familiar dark shape being sewn into a red square of fabric... While watching for a
moment, Mir understood that familiarity. That shape was one of the memory's monsters... though it
was certainly looking cuter in this girl's hands. A puff of air escaped from Mir's nose.
This girl had read her like an open book...
Or maybe, Mir's despair had been more obvious than she'd realized.
Eventually, the other girl finished her work in silence and put away her needle and thread.
Mir stared up at the sky, thoughts she'd once brushed aside now filling her mind. How had she done
the impossible in that memory? More importantly, what was this world? Who was she? Was she
someone before all this? Had there even been a "before"?
Old questions, perhaps worth considering now more than ever.
She now glanced at the other girl, and stood up to take a few steps forward. A few more, a few more...
silence behind her. Mir turned back and asked, "Aren't you coming?"
The other girl's mouth hung open for a moment, as if trying to gauge her intent. Then she said, "Yeah... Yes."
"Alright," said Mir, and she turned back around and continued on.
"You're finally looking forward, huh?"
"Hmph, yeah..." Mir began, smirking lightly. "Someone watching after me from behind, well... it really puts
a lot of ease on my heart and mind."
On glancing behind herself, she caught a reddening hue on the pale girl's cheeks.
"Right," said the girl, "and, if you ever look like you'll get sucked into another one of those, alone—"
"I'll handle it."
"Right. Right, but... like you said, I'll stay back... and I'll watch for you."
"...And if I don't return?"
"Then I'll move forward," said the girl, "and find you, no matter what it takes".
"Even if I appear on some other side of the world? Down some cliff, on some mountain..."
"Yeah... Doesn't matter."
That golden voice...could be quiet too, eh?
Once more, Mir believed in it. Her shoulders relaxed, her face warmed...
She replied:
"You're right, it doesn't."
And there, they began their trek onward, side by side.