Pramanix the Prerita

Pramanix the Prerita is a 6-star character in Arknights. Pramanix the Prerita's class is Caster. Faction: Kjerag.

Pramanix the Prerita splits her value between damage and support rather than leaning fully into one. Skill 2 is a low-maintenance, always-on option that can freeze the enemy's front line in place, while Skill 3 hits hard and pulls enemies together for easier follow-up damage, and her talent gives her durability well above what you'd expect.

She works especially well fielded alongside SilverAsh the Specter.

Pairs well with: SilverAsh the Specter.

PLX-Y: Technically, I have met Enya "for the first time" three times.

Our very first meeting was when she was born.

She was tiny, curled up in the bosom of her mother who she so resembled, a near carbon copy.

The most adorable of miracles.

The Silverash couple had prayed for her, praying with all their heart that blessings, health, and everything bright and beautiful they could think of would fall into her lap.

Across the bed, a young boy, only slightly older, struggled to stand on his tiptoes.

His outstretched finger was grasped by the babe, leaving an innocent smile on his face.

The second time was when I saw her during the Saintess selection, and heard her voice amidst the devoted, humble prayers.

An interesting voice. I noted how different it was, and saw a fleeting chance.

Long had it been since the Snow Realm saw one with such anger, with such a lively, raging heart.

With the winds of Kjerag enveloping her at every turn, she would surely go further and do better.

I knew that the melting snow would drip upon her nose, for what Kjerag needed was a Saintess who stood above the crowd.

As for the third, final time, I was the head handmaiden by her side, recommended to her by the elders of the Vine-Bead Court.

At the time, I was already rather familiar with her, and regarded her with dearest curiosity.

She, for her part, greeted me politely, maintaining her stiff, unnatural posture.

Of course, Enya was never a timid child.

Her many particularities soon made themselves apparent, and with each passing day, we got closer and dearer to one another.

Until the time came to say goodbye, as she held my hands tight, asking question after question.

I could not help but be reminded of her mother.

A Feline from Victoria. She loved to pray, but unlike the veneration of the people of Kjerag, she used her prayers more as a diary, pouring out everything going on in her life.

I heard about how her children grew, about all her joys and elations, and amidst that joy, a thread of compassion.

She said, "Kjeragandr above, if I must leave my children one day, I ask that you guide them.

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