Castorice

Aidonia, the snowy land that respects and worships death, has already sunken into sweet slumber.

O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, the Chrysos Heir in search of the Coreflame of "Death," set forth! Guard the lament of the souls in this world, and embrace the solitude of destiny.

— Life and death is a journey. When a butterfly rests on that dead branch, the withered will be reborn again.

Aidonia's snow had always been there for as long as she could remember. It was as if time had been frozen in this forlorn white ground.

When she was a child, she once asked Amunet what snow was. Amunet said snow is all the emotions of the mortal world.

She was always in a trance as she stared at the people in the city.

The short knight came for training in front of the temple doors every day. The middle-aged priest occasionally dozed off under her high tower. The ascetic scholars distributed Antila flower biscuits to the children.

The children pushed and shoved as they engaged in a snowball fight in the distance, their laughter falling to her heart like ripe fruits.

From the tower, she tried but failed to differentiate their faces.

Holy Maiden — Yet everyone called her that when she appeared before the people, and nobody dared to look her in the eye.

She mustered the courage to move closer, but they stepped back, lowering their eyes even more. She still couldn't see any of their faces.

Until they were standing at death's door — the short knight suffered grievous wounds in battle, the middle-aged priest suffered from years of illness, and the ascetic scholar was infected by the patients they treated. At that moment, she was the closest to them.

Life was no longer an agonizing struggle, but turning at her fingertips into flower petals in the wind.

When she finally had the chance to look at their faces, she turned away instead, for she could not bear to look.

"Some hands were born to sow plants, some were born to govern... Yours carrying out the fated duty of parting."

Amunet's words echoed in her ears. She once wondered what her hands could possibly leave behind.

When she came to her senses, she was looking at an incomplete ice sculpture in her hands — Young warriors wielding their weapons, mothers embracing their children who were going to war, couples cradling each other's faces with longing...

Those people are no longer around.

But this sort of thing will still happen again and again in the land covered by the snowstorm... and lands beyond the snowstorm.

She finally understood that even the snow in Aidonia will melt, just as everything must walk into Death's embrace.

"Nikolaos who loved to smile, the kind Ilana

And Crito, who was as silent as the wind...

At night, I held up those

Forgotten names and forlorn memories,

And turned the sorrows of the day

into the boiling heat immersed in snow.

— A poem titled "Aidonia" written by the girl

The day she left Aidonia, she embarked on a journey to meet Thanatos, a journey with an unknown destination.

She repelled the creations of the black tide, and saved declining villages. She was no longer the Maiden of War from Aidonia, but she still kept her distance from others deliberately, hiding her own hands. Yet, she was no match for the children's sparkling eyes. When she first picked up the needle and thread, she fulfilled a child's final wish to touch a plush toy.

In the battlefield engulfed by death, she wrote letters back to the grieving families of the warriors who could not return home. She even learned from a prideful poet, and used poems to see off the dead...

"Death is an unavoidable inevitability," "Death is a warrior's honor," "Death is merely a walk out of time." On that arduous journey, she heard plenty of discussions, some direct, some poetic. Yet, these answers were like a breeze that blew over the water surface, never reaching the depths of her heart.

"Then... someone said, that dawn enveloped the holy city's overflowing hope, perhaps there, I can also..."

The girl hesitated.

"Don't worry, it's fine if you don't want to talk about it now. Okhema welcomes you!"The red-haired girl served her a cup of hot tea.

The golden-haired lady examined the girl's gloves with interest—

"Such aesthetically designed accessory, did you also learn to make it during your travels?"

She shyly interlocked her fingers.

"Yes, I wanted... farewells to be more formal."

The sunlight in Okhema was parching and radiant, the unending announcement from the Dawn Device promised endless tomorrows.

Starting from that small cabin, she carefully began her second life.

The originally empty room was decorated with bits and pieces of her daily life, felt plush toys, chimera pillows, and thick collections of poems. They were no longer symbols of tragedies, but gifts, memorials, and blessings—

The habits she once had for the dead were able to give birth to warmth and strength for the first time, under Okhema's sunlight.

"The scenery outside this window

always looks the same.

Brilliant sunlight, gentle ripples.

I blew off the snow on my hands,

so that they wouldn't be too cold, for spring was far too near.

— Written by a girl, a poem titled "Spring"

She knew her destination was not the same as her Flame-Chase companions, but she gradually began to find her own fleeting moments of warmth.

As the golden thread gently guided her, she clumsily danced with others for the first time. In that garden teeming with life, she made fresh dried flowers together with Hyacine. And on the day she graduated from the Grove, sunlight draped over her dress, casting scattered shadows that resembled butterfly wings...

Those moments that may seem insignificant to others were already firewood for her to live through her lonely and cold years.

She craved warmth so much, but also contained her anticipation. Perhaps it was because the Flame-Chase Journey is filled with continuous loss, or perhaps because she didn't want to experience cruel misery... Just like that nightmare that had clung to her for the longest time, repeating itself again and again—

The sun set in Kephale's palm, the blood-colored dusk engulfed the dawn of the holy city.

The black tide surged, and in the dead silent bath, the Weaver of Gold embraced her for the first time. Only the weaver's tired sigh remained in the sea of flowers.

"My 'love' will not vanish because of death."

"See you tomorrow, Cas~" The shabby messenger turned into a plush toy and collapsed in her arms, barely breathing.

She tried to grasp those scattering petals, but that agile thief caught her hand, giving her the last reward.

"Do me a favor, just this once. So what if we cheat death?"

The sky priest lowered her eyes and disappeared as she leaned on the girl's shoulder. The blood-soaked crown prince closed his eyes and awaited her execution. The warrior wept tears of blood, his armor broken. The sage from the Grove smiled and invited her to be the final witness.

At the end of the dream, she saw an interstellar visitor kneel and fall over under the starry sky, proving her most terrifying assumption...

"Cassie, get a bit more rest."

In the Twilight Courtyard's hypnosis treatment room, the doctor's eyes were filled with concern.

She wiped off the sweat on her forehead as if she had made a determined decision.

"No. I'll do everything I can, so that nightmare won't ever come true..."

"The Flame-Chasing heroes initially walked different paths

We were attracted to each other because of our weak lights.

Like moths that endured searing pain

We do not fly forth because we see hope

But because we only see hope when we flew

— A poem titled "Flame-Chase" written by the girl

"Maybe... this will be my last day in Okhema."

At the end of a bitter journey, she finally found the clues about the nether realm. Before she headed to the place of no return, she wanted to look carefully at the world again.

That was the Chrysos Heir's bath.

She remembered how Aglaea once, in the thick steam, gave her a pair of gloves that she had carefully fixed.

"Cas, you've changed quite a lot, compared to the first time we met."

She touched the beautiful patterns on the gloves in surprise, and the usually indifferent leader smiled as she winked at her.

"Even the present me can see your scorching heart beneath the frigid cold..."

That was the serene garden behind the house, shaped like how it looked in her dreams.

In that chaotic dream, she often met her other self. They tilled and nurtured the garden together, until the barren soil transformed into a lush ocean of flowers.

"I wish that I can still sow seeds of hope like this in the future."

That was the monument she erected for the lives once lost at her fingertips.

From the deceased in Aidonia, to the Chrysos Heirs in the Flame-Chase Journey... Over a thousand years, she tried to remember everyone's name and past.

"If someone still remembers, they are not truly dead."

That was where she first met Trailblazer.

Encounters are such miraculous things, she thought. The streets that she was so familiar with in the past had gained a special meaning because of someone else.

"Mister/Miss, with my own hands, I will definitely bring you..."

As the Entry Hour draws near, the time for the promised departure is also nigh.

Under the blazing sunlight, she made her first and last wish: With the freezing and arduous life as a beginning, she will write with him/her—

A poem titled "Castorice," which ends with a true embrace.

First Meeting: Welcome to Okhema. I am Castorice. Apologies, it is my habit to keep my distance from others... I can get closer if you wish, however.

Greeting: Are you cold? Should we walk under the sun together?

Parting: Farewells always arrive so quickly... I hope neither of us will stop moving forward.

About Self: Duty: My current duty is to soothe the martyred Chrysos Heirs and Titans. I hope they spend the last moment of their lives seeing a peaceful sea of flowers, rather than an endless darkness.

About Self: Past 1: I once stumbled alone like a solitary butterfly that did not know where to go... Perhaps it was thanks to the Flame-Chase Journey and my friends in Okhema, or perhaps it was the people I encountered along the way that helped me find the direction for my next flight.

About Self: Past 2: My sister gave me a chance at life, the people of Styxia gave me the blessing of life, and the traditions of Aidonia gave me the meaning of life... I wish to pass these benedictions to more people. After all, "staying alive" is not merely the hope of just one person.

Chat: I like to self-insert when I read books. For example, I'm not a good cook, but I can see images of myself cooking dishes when I read cookbooks... Isn't that amazing?

Hobbies: I want to make cute things into plushies whenever I see them... Felts can recreate appearances most accurately, and the plushies can be softer if filled with milk cotton thread or crocheted with wool. I can do more than just animals, too... I can make Zagreus' silver coin doll, and boiled Dollo egg dolls with different expressions... I sleep particularly well when hugging them.

Annoyances: I wish I could have two little chimeras, so I could snuggle my face into their warm, fluffy fur and run around with them in the plains... But... I can't, so I'll just make two more chimera plushies instead.

Something to Share: During my days in Aidonia, I wove dark blue Antila flowers into beautiful wreaths with everyone else. We then placed them onto the dead soldiers' heads, and watched as the bodies floated down the River of Souls... And so it went, day after day...

Knowledge: The whispers of a homesick soldier, the lullabies a mother uses to soothe her child, the last letter left by a maiden to her lover... With each funeral, I carry another memory left by those who have passed — memories that still hold the warmth of their lives.

About Trailblazer: When flowers bloom again, if we're lucky enough to meet in the new world, remember our promise.

About Polyxia: Now I know everything. My sister was unwilling to see the flowers wither, so she kept vigil over them, staying by them until they reached the end of their life. Now, I, too, will join her in accompanying the lost souls.

About Aglaea: Only a sufficiently cold hand can grasp the burning Coreflame... Lady Aglaea must have come to terms with this long ago.

About Tribbie, Trianne, and Trinnon: Everyone wishes to break free of their cocoon and fly toward the open sky as a butterfly, but they were the only ones who... chose to return to the cocoon, all for the sake of this world's rebirth.

About Mydei: Death brought by Strife is often full of pain and darkness, but what Lord Mydei grants to his enemies is a glorious and brilliant demise.

About Phainon: The more one has lost, the more adamant they are to regain everything... Perhaps that is why he will lead humanity till the very end.

About Anaxa: He had once told me that I should stay calm even when facing the dead, and not tell them of my inner sorrows. It was only later that I understood "practicing how to die" was the theme that defined his entire life.

About Hyacine: Even after witnessing so much life and death, she still sheds tears for those suffering from incurable ills... But she'll never let those tears into the patient's room. She wants to bring an ever-radiant sun to people's lives.

About Cipher: She has been a demigod for a long time. Her thoughts are mysterious, her whereabouts elusive... She often laments that the Flame-Chase Journey is a business that will eventually leave her with nothing. Yet there seems to be an unspoken sorrow hidden behind her words.

About Hysilens: That beautiful knight... I've actually written a lot of poems about her based on what Tribbie told me. I always imagined her to be as pure as the ocean waves and as elegant as the tides... And it all turned out to be true once I met her.

About Cerydra: I still remember how the flower belonging to the Imperator was always different from everyone else's in the nether realm. Though small and frail, that blue blossom was always able to burst through the soil and bloom into a peerless flower, rivaled by none.

About March 7th: I heard that Miss March also likes journaling and doing arts and crafts. Would she prefer plushies... or chimera pillows? If we get a chance to travel together, I bet we'll never feel lonely.

About Dan Heng • Permansor Terrae: I can tell that while Lord Dan Heng usually avoids expressing himself through words, he genuinely treasures every life he encounters... no matter how insignificant they may be.

About Cyrene: If possible, I, too, would like to make a brilliant crystal flower for her as a gift... Never wilting, forever flawless, just like the "memories" she once gifted this world.

Eidolon Activation: No matter how cold the other side is, there will still be the scent of flowers.

Character Ascension: Look, light is coming in.

Max Level Reached: All things cycle through life and death... The end is also the beginning.

Trace Activation: The traces we leave in this world will last much longer than death.

Added to Team With Trailblazer: Do not worry. My curse is a blessing on the battlefield.

Added to Team With Aglaea: Please rest assured, Lady Aglaea, I will bring an end to all this soon.

Added to Team With Tribbie: Lady Tribbie, please stay close~

Added to Team With Mydei: Lord Mydei, let's each do our duty.

Added to Team With Anaxa: Professor, what will you be teaching this time?

Added to Team With Hyacine: Hyacine, let us both give life a dignified farewell.

Added to Team With Cipher: Lady Cipher, please help us if we get into a dire situation. I can pay...!

Added to Team With Phainon: My lord, may your light bring hope to everyone in this calamity.

Added to Team With Hysilens: Let's compose prettier songs together, Lady Hysilens.

Added to Team With Cerydra: War is merciless. May all souls rest in peace in the sea of flowers.

Added to Team With March 7th: Miss March, would you like to make plushies together after this is over?

Added to Team With Dan Heng • Permansor Terrae: The beautiful sea of flowers will one day cover the Earth.

Added to Team With Cyrene: May I... hug you? Thank you... you're so gentle.

Battle Begins: Weakness Break: You, too, will soon head to the nether realm.

Battle Begins: Danger Alert: Danger approaches.

Turn Begins 1: Life is not as fragile as butterfly wings.

Turn Begins 2: Please cherish the time before your soul withers.

Turn Idling: I will wait here until the final instant arrives.

Basic ATK: Sleep now.

Skill 1: Please, wilt here.

Skill 2: I grant you this, as you wish.

Enhanced Skill 1: Dead souls... Return to dust.

Enhanced Skill 2: Darkness follows me.

Hit by Light Attack: I'm okay.

Hit by Heavy Attack: That hurts a bit.

Ultimate: Activate: Embrace "new life," Pollux.

Ultimate: Unleash: I only wish that Death... may protect us!

Downed: The west wind...

Return to Battle: Thank goodness... It's not time to say goodbye yet.

Health Recovery: I shall remember this warmth.

Technique: Emerge from your cocoon.

Battle Won: May wandering souls find their own way out.

Treasure Opening 1: Ah! Make sure you keep it safe.

Treasure Opening 2: I want to make something with it. But what to make...?

Precious Treasure Opening: Let's take a picture.

Successful Puzzle-Solving 1: I've learned something.

Successful Puzzle-Solving 2: I've seen puzzles like this in books...

Enemy Target Found: Be careful. There's something unsettling ahead.

Returning to Town: This place is rich with the sweet scent of flowers... Can we stay here for a while longer?