 | Concepts | Lushaka's Waterscape |
| Rarity |  | |
| Type | Relics, | |
| Source | Divergent Universe Planar Ornament Extraction Omni-Synthesizer — Relic Synthesis | |
| Relic Set |  | Set Effect | 2-Pc: Increases the wearer's Energy Regeneration Rate by |
| Max Level | 15 | |
| Story | Encapsulated in the plane is a submerged city in the marine world Lushaka. The sea level rose to the point where even the city was drowned. Only gigantic "stateships" carrying their sailors chug along across the sea, in search of the direction for their next distant voyage. |
| Table of Contents |
| Stats |
| Gallery |
| Story |
Stats
| Base Stats | |
 HP | 43.2% |
 ATK | 43.2% |
 DEF | 54% |
 Physical DMG Boost | 38.88% |
 Fire DMG Boost | 38.88% |
 Ice DMG Boost | 38.88% |
 Lightning DMG Boost | 38.88% |
 Wind DMG Boost | 38.88% |
 Quantum DMG Boost | 38.88% |
 Imaginary DMG Boost | 38.88% |
| Subsidiary Stats | |
 HP | 203.22 ~ 228.62 ~ 254.03 |
 ATK | 101.61 ~ 114.31 ~ 127.01 |
 DEF | 101.61 ~ 114.31 ~ 127.01 |
| HP | 20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92% |
| ATK | 20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92% |
| DEF | 25.92% ~ 29.16% ~ 32.4% |
 SPD | 12 ~ 13.8 ~ 15.6 |
 CRIT Rate | 15.55% ~ 17.5% ~ 19.44% |
 CRIT DMG | 31.1% ~ 34.99% ~ 38.88% |
 Effect Hit Rate | 20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92% |
 Effect RES | 20.74% ~ 23.33% ~ 25.92% |
 Break Effect | 31.1% ~ 34.99% ~ 38.88% |
Gallery
Story
| Among the multitude of planets with a dearth of liquid water, the pure blue of Lushaka shines prominently among the Przesmir star system. Her seawater resembles the cradle of the mother of oceans. The water nurtures and sustains all life... yet also entraps them, controls them, and ensnares them until there is no more escape. At the break of dawn, the first mate of the "stateship" gently knocks on the Captain's quarters door, and pushes it open. The island ecologies of the Old Era's thirty-seven domains are stuck on the walls all over the cabin. That is how people miss land — meteors from beyond the skies are in the process of covering the entirety of Lushaka with water as if following some single-minded wish. Unending tides bury all ancestral lands in abyssal waters, leaving only an expanse of blue... The first mate rouses the sleeping Captain, for the sea is already glinting specks of gold — the "stateship" has begun another day's voyage. The scouting ship arrives at the center of the plaza. It fires its anchor arrow towards a massive underwater structure that was once a shopping mall. The anchor firmly lodges itself on a window frame — before the diving bell comes, countless startled schools of fish surge forth from the shopping mall's shelves. After midday, the scholars leave from the diving bell. They swim past the bookstore, not stopping even for a second — after all, the ink would have long been blurred beyond recognition. Their goal has always been those mediums of shellac or plastic, from which information of past days can be easily obtained after easy cleanup. Deepsea archaeology like this is always arduous. The cleaners stand their ground and watch the vicinity alertly, steel halberds swinging, ensuring that toothy predators are kept at bay. The humans will occasionally collide with deepwater aqua sprites, but both parties are too engrossed in their respective scavenging to pay each other any heed. Instead of shriveled cans, the cleaners are more invested in finding seeds, spices, or liquor. The intensive underwater investigation is nearing its end as the oxygen reserves decline. Looking back underwater, the giant mackerels have already reached the city. The anxious aqua sprites immediately hold their breath, hug the wall, or hide in secret chambers. They have grown used to utilizing the underwater steel forest. The drizzle lets up as the sun starts to sink, and the various stateships sound their horns to scatter the plundering seabirds around them. They place the day's harvest on the deck for the stateship's citizens to take what they need. Currents surge at night as the light tower shines crystalline bright. The Luvians dance around the flaming mast, forgetting the tomorrow that will inevitably come, recounting the glories of today with sea shanties, and sighing softly to the halcyon past with medleys. The Captain takes out his compass, gazing toward the direction it points — he knows in that direction lies their home that is growing ever more unfamiliar, where there are still people longing for the return of their kin. At midnight, the colossal ship extinguishes all its lights, silently adrift upon the sea. Have they truly found peace? Or are their smiles masking the tears that have long dissolved into the sea? After tonight, this deep blue will remain unchanged, as it always has. |
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