 | Concepts | Valorous Greaves of Pursuing Hunt |
| Rarity |  | |
| Type | Relics, | |
| Source | Cavern of Corrosion: Penacony Grand Theater | |
| Relic Set |  | Set Effect | 2-Pc: Increases ATK by 4-Pc: Increases the wearer's CRIT Rate by |
| Max Level | 15 | |
| Story | Combat boots fashioned after talons. They allow the wearer to swiftly dash onto the battlefield like the wind, effortlessly traversing through thorns and rugged terrain. |
| Table of Contents |
| Stats |
| Gallery |
| Story |
Stats
| Base Stats | |
 HP | 43.2% |
 ATK | 43.2% |
 DEF | 54% |
 SPD | 25.03 |
| 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
| She watched the girl's figure dart swift and sure in the soft moonlight. She followed the girl's footsteps and scent like a hunter tracking their prey. Finally, she waited for the girl at the end of the road. Or perhaps, it was the girl waiting for her to arrive. In the moonlight, the general saw that face clearly. "Do you want to join the Cloud Knights that much?" "I don't want to give my life to a wolf-headed master." The girl's borisin speech was difficult and broken. The expression on that face — the general had seen it countless times while rescuing trapped kin from the fallen territories. Though these people shared the same blood as her, yet they spoke different languages and harbored different thoughts. They never considered themselves descendants of the foxes, but then, who were they? The general trembled slightly, stepping aside and vacating the path. "Go. From tonight, they won't chase you anymore..." "But I want them dead." The general looked at her in disbelief, as amazed as if she had seen a shooting star streak across the sky, and the girl's animal-like figure suddenly vanished into the darkness. The general closed her eyes as if the moonlight burned them. After a moment, she looked down and saw the girl's bare, thorn-scarred feet covered in mud. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" "I forgot. I didn't notice." The general took off her own boots, compared sizes, and helped the girl put them on. "They fit pretty well... Let's go then." "What about you?" "I'm used to walking on thorns." She quickened her pace, barefoot and agile, with the girl closely chasing after her. Or perhaps, they were both chasing after each other. |
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