Pramanix

Pramanix is a 5-star character in Arknights. Pramanix's weapon type is bell and class is Supporter. Faction: Karlan Trade.

On our Arknights tier list Pramanix is A tier, 52nd of the 293 characters ranked, from where 14 current tier lists put Pramanix.

Pramanix reaches further than most Supporters and applies Fragile to weakened enemies just by being deployed, which sets up whatever DPS you're running. Skill 2, Kalantt's Intimidation, lowers the DEF and arts resistance of every nearby enemy at once, an excellent debuff that ends up carrying most of her value once unlocked, while her module lets her also chip away at ATK and stack Cold into a Freeze.

She's an A on our list, best saved for tough, durable targets rather than small fry, though her own ATK trails other Supporters and she loses much of her utility outside skill activation unless she's pushed to Elite 2.

UMD-X: A fireplace tirelessly burns away in a meditation room lit by crepuscular rays.

Generations of Kjerag Saintesses sat here deep in thought upon deciphering their ancient scriptures, digesting the ideas and their meaning to the people of the Snow Realm.

"Enya. Enya!"

Enya awakens from her slumber, wipes her mouth, and touches her warm cheeks heated by the fireplace.

She flashes an embarrassed smile.

"Sorry, Kjarr..."

"Enciodes, Head of Clan Silverash, was just here."

"Now? To see me?"

"No. He had only a few words of blessing for the Saintess and asked me to deliver this to you."

Enya takes a small, delicate bell with intricate engravings from the maid.

She lifts the thing and gently shakes it, filling the room with a pleasant and melodious ringing.

"He called it a gift for the Saintess, a product of the factories now operating in Silverash territory.

There are many more such bells, hanging in the fields down below."

Enya fixes her gaze on the gift. She fully understands Enciodes's meaning.

When she was a child, he joined her in making bells from the scrap iron discarded by their father's factories.

They hung the bells together with Ensia in the vast fields, waiting for the wind to ring them.

"Would you kindly stow it for me? Along with the other gifts from before."

She hesitates for a moment before stopping the maid.

"I recall something in the bottom cabinet at my bedside.

Do please bring it to me. Thank you."

The maid returns with a half-finished scarf, clearly made for a man.

The soft threads intertwine, the fabric thick, the needlework flawless.

What is done can be described as no less than perfect.

"This must be..."

"I began making this for Enciodes when he was away in Victoria.

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