✵ anamnese verge.さんのイラストまとめ

The liddols have always lived side by side with you all as Anamnesians, and now, they wish to reach out to you to celebrate one of their most beloved events. Stop for a moment. Soak it in. Do you remember just how much you appreciate everyone around you?

Sparks rain down upon the region of adaptation, and more transformation greets the glaring sun. Today, a phoenix ceases to rise. Echuil will never be the same. Anamnese Verge's fourth event, Fallacious Overture, has ended. Read more here:
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No longer does the wane of magical fire sear a cold into your bones; magic returns not with a whisper, but a shout. Velcaruin has erupted— but not with lava. The Vengeful Canticle seeks to burn through the region’s palpable relief… and it has special attention for you, Envoys.

With the solstice near, preparations for the Phoenix Festival begin in Echuil, and yet the festival's illustrious start is interrupted by the appearance of the EMISSARY. A song heralds its departure and along with it... the loss of the Verge's fire. Remaining, there is only ash.

The sweet cyan, how it screams to you. Under the imposing shadow of the mountain, you realize that change is inevitable. Not everything is at it appears, Envoy.

And so, on the edge of glory,

you enter.

And today we celebrate Alafirie Uwath's 421st birthday! No longer 420 years old? No problem. Have a great day, Firie! 🥳🎉

The region of earth hums with the prospect of harmony. An invisible cloak, severing material and ethereal, stirs under the attentions of cold misty fingers that touch your skin—the veil shrouding the region lifts and draws you in to partake in the jubilee surrounding the spirits.

The moon looms over the Verge tonight, as she will for the rest of the week. Her silvery light is so bright and lovely, and her closeness brings the tides.

But the Verge is prepared, as they always are.

✵ — The precipice narrows.

❝ There is a dying light upon your lips. Shrouded by the mystery of stories unsaid and secrets untold—heed its warning: do not idle too long in the shadows of the forest. ❞

Meet Set, the guildmaster assistant of Echuil.

✵ — The precipice narrows.

❝ The fires of Mount Velcaruin will not be tamed by mortal struggle. Do you dare join us in its shadow? ❞

Meet Alafirie Uwath, the guildmaster of Echuil. Take a closer look at their region in the link below!

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