
We are all bound to this earth, pieces of a single whole. When the tides wash away the soil, the continent bleeds a part of itself. Every death diminishes me, for I am woven into the fabric of mankind. So never ask for whom the funeral bell rings. It tolls for us all. It is a stark reminder that this world is not our final resting place. We must rise, and journey toward our true home.
Weapon skill
Harmonization
- 1Stage 1Harmony Absorption: Piece count for Memory Set effects +2
Resonances
3 slots
Usable by
Lore
We are all bound to this earth, pieces of a single whole. When the tides wash away the soil, the continent bleeds a part of itself. Every death diminishes me, for I am woven into the fabric of mankind.
So never ask for whom the funeral bell rings. It tolls for us all. It is a stark reminder that this world is not our final resting place. We must rise, and journey toward our true home.
The ghost ship "The Flying Horner" is one of the Transatlantic Economic Community's most iconic cultural symbols, and holds a special place in the hearts of its people. The weapon's name is drawn from a poem inspired by the legend:
Cursed to sail forevermore, the vessel never knows shore.
The bell of the distant home tolls—we are the tears of the ocean.
Hear the bell, it sings ever alone. Do tell us, will our hero return?
Folding Buzzsaw coatings
In the plan of days gone by, the essentials for spending an entire summer on the beach included: sunscreen spray, lemon-flavored iced drinks, and a float lounger meant for two... Yet the most heart-stirring moments of that summer were never written into any plan. They were quietly buried deep within their hearts: the unspoken chemistry of each other's company, the memories of strolling along the shore, and the gentle laughter dancing in the girl's eyes.

