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She is favored by fate under one name, and swept away by it in another. Yet never once has she been defeated, nor has she ever yielded. Now, witness the defiant Priestess. Witness what keeps her striding forward, never to look back. Witness how she walks the intricate web of destiny and becomes the only answer.
[Excerpt from the Priestess Register, Tetragon Temple] This entry concerns the 127th Priestess of the Tetragon Temple, known as Iu▇. She was born on the night of hollowed moon. As a Congenital Resonator, her eyes are said to hold the power to ▇▇▇▇. Her Tacet Mark is located atop her left foot. When she activates her Resonance ability, ▇▇ energy constructs with the shape of lunar phases manifest around her, and the tips of her hair turn translucent, radiating a gentle glow that is almost indistinguishable from actual moonlight. Resonance spectral analysis reveals that her Forte aligns extraordinarily closely with the frequency pattern of the natural moon, exhibiting a continuous, phase-like modulation. Notably, three years ago, her Forte appeared to ▇▇▇▇. It became capable of An▇ and Mani▇, enabling her to shape moonlight into solid arrows that can reveal marked monsters hid▇ in the Dark Tide. <i>When we archived this entry, Grandmother Lillibet asked us to verify it multiple times. Oddly, none of us could remember who had written it in the first place. And stranger still, no one seems to recall the Priestess described here. Could a powerful Priestess like her have truly existed? Somehow, this out-of-nowhere record feels as if it was written by the moonlight itself!</i>
A broken branch sprouted from a once-fractured wound. It resembles the Lunarum Bough you once shaped in Chaos. However, with Iuno's bow already forged, a flawless bough no longer holds much meaning. Standing all the wear and tear of fate, it's no longer an offering for sacrifice, just a simple bough—undefined, unburdened, and free, as it should be. As a result, you and Iuno can finally watch it grow gently in peace now, in the unwritten future beyond the final end. A fresh sprout suits a new beginning, one rooted in hope.
These several irregular, asymmetrical dice belong to Iuno. Septimontians seek joy in their competitive games, whether it's the spectacle of a gladiatorial match or the thrill of a casual wager. Iuno is no different. But she favors serendipity over regularity. Beginning with a simple twelve-sided die, she continues to add new restrictions and rewards for her games at random. One by one, stranger dice emerge, each tied to its own little game. With uneven faces and symbols appearing at different probabilities, the odds are clearly skewed. But under the same rules, using the same die, both players take the same risks. The fairness of the games remains intact. In truth, this is how she adds spark to a long and uncertain struggle. By keeping outcomes just beyond prediction, she resists the pull of inevitability.
An instant camera, and a handful of photos where Iuno's silhouette still lingers. The device, brought to Septimont by the Montellis, quickly captured Iuno's fascination. She soon found in it a quiet purpose for herself: to capture the fleeting moments of joy, sorrow, and silent connection with others, and preserve them in these delicate prints. Each photo became a safeguard, a small defiance against the side effect of her Anchoring ability, which blurred her presence in the memories of those around her. And in time, it became her way of preparing for the inevitable: the moment she would vanish completely. Even if those who once gazed upon her have now forgotten her, even if the images have begun to fade, what was captured remains. However fuzzy, those beautiful moments were real. They happened, and they are proof of her existence.