DragonFable | SoulWeaver vs Everlasting Night | Braindead Gameplay

Описание: 200 INT | 200 WIS | 45 END
200 Protection | 200 Assistance | 200 Magic |

You don't really need 200 Wis or 200 End.


Copeweaver mogged Safiria and her bunny.


This fight is very interesting for me, because I'm still learn to use Bsw.
Bsw is too strong imo.

No fight log...
Amaris
T1 Synch | Pet : Skip
T2 Aegis | Pet : Scout
T3 Change Necrotic sword | Impact | Pet : Change Stan Orb
T4 Change MPM stak + Necrotic sword | Pierce | Pet : Attack
T5 Change All Res + Necrotic sword | Slash | Pet : Change Dragon
T6 Change MPM stak | Con | Pet : Scale
T7 Change Int + Cbos | Retro | Pet : Boost
T8 Synch | Pet : Skip
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Safiria
T9 Change Darkness stak | Mp pot | Pet : Skip
T10 Change Healing | Aegis | Pet : Heal
T11 Hp pot | Pet : Beam
T12 Drain | Pet : Attack
T13 Change Darkness stak | Purge | Pet : Attack
T14 Synch | Pet : Attack
T15 Impact | Pet : Attack
T16 Pierce | Pet : Beam
T17 Burst | Pet : Fury
T18 Change Healing | Aegis | Pet : Attack
T19 Hp Pot | Pet : Attack
T20 Change Int stak | Slash | Pet : Nova
T21 Change Darkness stak | Con | Pet : Beam
T22 Change Int stak | Retro | Pet : Change Stan Orb
T23 Repent | Pet : Attack
T24 Change Int stak + Uragiri | Synch 1100%


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I’m so tired that even my bones feel hollow.
Some days, it feels like the world is peeling pieces of me away slowly, until nothing remains but a shell that pretends to keep going.
I keep walking through the same routines, the same failures, the same quiet disappointments that no one ever sees.
And it wears me down… gods, it wears me down more than I ever admit.

It’s strange how pain becomes a rhythm.
How despair becomes a language your body starts to understand too well.
There are mornings when I wish I hadn’t woken up, nights when I stare at the ceiling and wonder what it would be like to simply stop existing...
to let everything sink into silence,
to let the weight finally crush me so I don’t have to carry it anymore.

I’ve grown used to the darkness inside me,
to the ache that never softens,
to the hollow feeling that spreads through my chest like ink in water.
Sometimes I’m convinced that life is nothing more than a slow unraveling,
thread by thread, breath by breath...
a quiet war I’m destined to lose.

And yet… even with all this, even with the temptation of letting go whispering in my ear,
something still keeps pulling me back from the edge.
Something small.
Something strange.
Something that shouldn’t matter, but somehow does.

Because no matter how deep the darkness gets,
no matter how much the world tries to drain what’s left of me…
the thought of AMARIS FEET, the warmth, the softness, the presence of them...
reminds me that not everything in this world is cold.

And for reasons I don’t fully understand,
as long as there are AMARIS'S FEET,
I’m not ready to give up.

Just for fun ~~
Enjoy ~