Druvis III

Druvis III is a 6-star Plant character in Reverse: 1999. Druvis III's role is DPS Control Support.

On our Reverse: 1999 tier list Druvis III is A tier, 63rd of the 132 characters ranked, from where 15 current tier lists put Druvis III.

Other Plant characters in Reverse: 1999: An-an Lee, Argus, Avgust, Bkornblume, Buddy Fairchild, Diggers and 19 more.

Druvis III is a 6-star Plant unit built for control: her ultimate and a rank 2 or 3 skill both apply Petrify, which Reality damage breaks immediately, so she suits Mental teams and chains well with other control units like Anjo Nala and An-an Lee.

Her mass damage is consistent, and her Euphorias add team buffs and a strong crit debuff. Control-immune bosses blunt her, before Insight 3 she needs a buff-heavy team, and she's split between damage, Petrify and support.

Pairs well with: Anjo Nala; An-an Lee.

"When I first saw trees and grass, I knew my life belonged to them."

Druvis III (槲寄生) (full name: Druvis III Weyerhaeuser) is a Crew Member with Plant Afflatus, who is permanently available since the release of the game.

A broke aristocrat, a first-class wand maker.

Gowns and heels could not stop her from returning to the forest.

"Perhaps when the dream of industrial society is realized, no one will ever cut down the dense forest."

A daughter who disobeyed her aristocratic family, and a listener of the woods.

She was told to hide her red hair and say goodbye to the past, but she will eventually embrace the forest again.

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Shrouded in Thorns: "The moon has risen," so sing the ravens.

"You are the herald of death, the mother of unrest, the master of crows."

They etch words deep into stone and wood as ants march across the markings round and round in a line, their tiny jaws working at the bloody living flesh laid upon the altar.

"You are the bringer of calamity, the starter of wars, the source of weeping and unending bitter gales." Priests chant obscure names, their bodies trembling toward revelations not yet come.

The moaning wind prolongs their wordless terror, and every pair of eyes stays locked on the altar like a desert wanderer staring at an oasis.

"Morrígan... Morrígan"

At last, the name is spoken, and the response comes like a flood, carrying with it the broken sounds of weeping and wailing.

The withered treetops shiver slightly. In this barren land, only the mistletoe stays green.

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