
The cutting-edge design used in this longbow enables its string to withstand high-intensity, repeated pulling. During rapid firing, one can even hear faint echoes of the stars in the phantom of its bowstring. Those who struggle from suffering and injustice often call out for hope and justice. If Utopia truly exists, Astraea will be its answer to them.
Weapon skill
Harmonization
- 1Stage 1Harmony Absorption: Piece count for Memory Set effects +2
Resonances
3 slots
Bianca: Zero
Bianca: Veritas
Alisa: Echo
Alisa: Echo
Alisa: Echo
Alisa: Echo
Alisa: EchoUsable by
Lore
The cutting-edge design used in this longbow enables its string to withstand high-intensity, repeated pulling. During rapid firing, one can even hear faint echoes of the stars in the phantom of its bowstring. Those who struggle from suffering and injustice often call out for hope and justice. If Utopia truly exists, Astraea will be its answer to them.
This weapon does belong to Babylonia, but the model seems somewhat familiar... Well, it's probably a resonance. A good weapon will always be aesthetically pleasing no matter when or where it is used, or who is using it. I believe that's what she had in mind when she gave it to you. —Weapon Designer E
Bow coatings
Beautiful things come with thorns, the same as this bow.
As the name suggests, this is a ceremonial rather than a practical weapon. Instead of a raging battlefield, it belongs in a sacred or peaceful setting.
A bow that follows the style of a traditional hunting bow both in terms of design and crafting techniques. Its black gold body and faintly glowing red dots on it can always make one think of a hunter in an ambush. Preys will always fall at the sound of the bowstring.
Carrying the purest dream of the girl, the pink bow spreads its wings to shoot the arrow infused with passion and hope to the darkness before dawn. When the dawn breaks, the girl travels in the sound of discussion and sees the familiar figure. She secretly pulls the pink bowstring that not only contains the power to destroy evil but also Cupid's magic.
There's always a falcon who watches over every corner of evil through the rainy nights and neon lights. Don't be afraid, for the long night will always be illuminated by the light of justice.
Even as night swallows the dusk, stardust pierces the veil, turning dreams and wishes into star arrows, guarding the laughter and songs in this imperfect world.
Sunlight dances on rippling water, reflecting a mirage of midsummer with the twang of strings. Colors bleed into one another, swaying with the coconut trees. Far on the horizon, rainbow arcs flicker like distant phantoms.
