Massiah

Massiah is an SSR character in Etheria: Restart. Massiah's weapon type is blade. Faction: Fantasy Club.

On our Etheria: Restart tier list Massiah is S tier, 5th of the 96 characters ranked, from where 17 current tier lists put Massiah.

By game mode, Massiah is S in PvE and S in PvP.

A burst damage dealer who handles both single target and AoE and is type-neutral against current PVE bosses except Shadowflame-Hoyan. His S3 ignores DEF and can make him Invincible for a turn, and every kill with any skill grants Invincibility again, so he's very hard to kill and eases pressure on healers.

His S2 is a heavy single-target hit. His sustained damage falls behind other carries in long fights.

Union Report=Once one of the masterminds behind Nightmares, the largest underground faction in Shen Metropolis.

However, following the Shen Metropolis Shutdown Incident, Nightmares fell into chaos and splintered due to the disappearance of its leader, Tiffany.

Massiah now operates within Fantasy Club as its leader, seemingly working to reunite his former subordinates-likely with the intent of resurrecting Nightmares.Straightforward, domineering, and fiercely protective of his own, Massiah makes for a formidable ally-as long as one respects his rules.

Cross those lines, and one might witness something truly terrifying!

|-|Memory FragmentI= E-023's nightscape shimmered with countless lights, each one like a star in the vast Milky Way, together forming a boundless sea of brilliance.

On the rooftop of a towering landmark building, three small figures sat by the edge, their faces clouded with worry.

Puffing up his cheeks in frustration, he shot an indignant glare at little Massiah.

"A name-challenged fool has no right to name things." Massiah scoffed, unimpressed.

"Hmph! I'm top three in our class for academics, while you're at the bottom!" "Alright, alright, both of you stop arguing and focus on thinking of a name." Tiffany sighed, pressing down on both of their heads and ruffling their hair with playful force.

"Hmph, isn't 'Etheria's No.1 Gang' a great name?" Massiah propped his chin on his hand, gazing at the glowing city below, his ambition laid bare before them.

"And you call me bad at naming? Are you trying to get the school to notice us?!" Tifasis stood up, arms akimbo.

"Besides, don't forget why we're doing this in the first place.

We just... wanted a home." Silence fell between the three.

Etheria was vast so vast that even a metropolis like Shen Metropolis was nothing more than a tiny block within it.

Yet, in all of Etheria's vastness, there was no place they could truly call home.

School was nice, but it wasn't the home they longed for.

They had seen what a human home looked like-warm and filled with joy.

They wanted that too... And now, it wasn't just the three of them.

Many other Animuses, kindred spirits on the same journey, were searching for a home as well.

"Then let's call it 'Etheria's No.1 Family." "Terrible!

And you say I'm bad at naming?" Just as the two were about to start fighting again, Tiffany grabbed the collars of their shirts with an exasperated sigh.

"Enough arguing. I've got it." "What is it?" Massiah and Tifasis turned to her at the same time.

"Eternal Night Haven." Tiffany gazed at the night sky of E-023, at the river of stars above, and smiled.

"Let's call it Eternal Night Haven! So that Animuses like us, no matter when or how dark the night may be, can always find their way to us.

We won't just be their protection—we'll be their family." |-|Memory FragmentII= "Ding-Click—" In the colossal structure of A-01, tens of thousands of cell doors swung open at once.

Massiah rolled his neck from side to side as he stepped out, locking eyes briefly with a white-haired girl before blending into the crowd heading toward the prison yard.

"Hey hey, over here!" The white-haired girl he had exchanged glances with—Tifasis—bounced in place, waving at him.

"Everything set?" "Of course. The 'needle' is in place.” Tifasis planted a hand on her hip and tilted her head with a sly grin.

Following her gaze, Massiah spotted a few oddly stiff-looking guards in the distance.

His voice was calm. "We've got all the intel we need.

It's today—let's not keep your sister waiting." "We're finally leaving?" Tifasis stretched lazily.

"But there are fewer guards on duty today.

My sensors show most of them gathering somewhere else." "Hmph, whatever their plan is, if they get in our way, we'll take them all down." Tifasis simply shrugged at his words, indifferent.

"Bzzzz-" Suddenly, the alarm blared across the facility.

The two exchanged knowing looks. The unexpected had happened, but to them, this was nothing but "good news." Massiah shot a glance at the girl, tilting his head slightly.

"Let's go. It's time to go home." "Mm, home!" |-|Memory FragmentIII= People.

People everywhere, in utter chaos... The panicked crowd kept fleeing outward as the Meltdown spread through the building, tearing the space apart.

On the second floor, Massiah had already taken down wave after wave of pursuers.

Even for someone as formidable as him, exhaustion was creeping in.

He could no longer tell if his enemies were E.O.S.

operatives or those shadowy figures controlling the Meltdown creatures—but it didn't matter anymore.

His sword would strike down anyone who wasn't a member of Nightmares, including those "traitors." Swinging his massive blade, Massiah glanced outside.

He saw the state of the battlefield. The nightmares' once-proud sign had been half-destroyed.

His expression darkened as he pressed onward.

E.O.S.'s sudden attack had caught both him and Tiffany off guard, but the interference of this unknown third party had turned the situation into a full-blown armed conflict.

There was no time to investigate their motives.

Massiah had only one goal to get Tiffany and Tifasis out of here.

As long as his family was safe, they could rebuild Nightmares anytime.

The battle raged on from day into night.

The once-brilliant lights of their proud territory were now swallowed by darkness.

Their beacon would never shine again. In the chaos, Tiffany vanished without a trace.

No one knew where she had gone, or if she was even alive somewhere in Etheria.

Three lights that once stood together-now only two remained, lost and shivering, stripped of their warmth.

Thus, the "Code" was born. Massiah no longer sought connections with anyone.

He lived by the Code's rules, using them to judge both others and himself.

He poured everything into becoming stronger.

As long as he was powerful enough-stronger than anyone—then he could protect everything that mattered to him.