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Wildgrowth
When the equipping character hits the opponent with an attack within 12s after using the Elemental Skill, they gain the "Verdant" effect, which increases their ATK by 4% and their Elemental Mastery by 20. This effect lasts 6s and can trigger once every second. Max 3 stacks. The aforementioned effects can still trigger even when the equipping character is not on the field. Radiance: Stellar Glimmer: The effect of "Verdant" is changed to: Increases ATK by 6% as well as Stellar Glimmer reaction DMG dealt by the equipping character by 8%.
Users — Sword
Lore
Of all the stories handed down from the ancient forest, only the bird with wings drawn close is willing to sing them before the world. Its song begins amid the splendor of spring, in an age when peace had endured for centuries and the forest had grown deep beneath a wealth of branch and leaf. Yet as the season turned, the ice began to thaw and run in streams along the riverbed, carrying with it from lands still bound in frost the distant ringing of arms. Soon, none could halt the advance of the Blood-Devourer, and across the snowy realms, every nation was brought before the same cruel choice: to bow or to perish. The treeborn, however, whose roots reached back beyond even the frozen earth, still remembered their gracious lords of old, for that memory endured in the ordering of their leaves and in the rings that traced their wood. Though the golden bough had long lain broken, though lofty dreams had fallen to ruin, and nations once resplendent as the morning stars had vanished beneath boundless fields of ice, The descendants of the forests still desired no part in strife, wishing only to remain faithful to the peace they had kept since ages immemorial. Even the Knyazhna of Blood, for all her tyranny, had never sought to exterminate their kind — much less, they believed, would the Volkodlak who bore the name of wisdom. Until the bird returned, at the season when it should have settled upon tender new boughs, only to behold the haze of battle rising in every quarter. For no greater offense than declining, with all due courtesy, the summons to pledge themselves to the Volkodlak, the holy forest left behind by the dawn-star had been consumed in flame. Thus, when the King of the Pale Star came at last with his chosen retinue, scarcely a tenth of the ancient treeborn remained alive. Unbidden tears slipped from the eyes of Vaselisa, daughter of the King of the Water Imps, as she mourned in song the countless lives so unjustly taken. While Strivozha, saint of the Vila, wept until no words would come, and beseeched the King of the Pale Star to grant the forest his protection as well. "O King Lesnik, venerable grandsire of the wilderness and of the myriad forests, I am Monomakh, heir to the Pale Star and bearer of the Pale Crown." "I have come to end the strife of this world and bring peace upon the earth. I would found a realm of mercy and forgiveness, where no living creature shall ever come to harm again." "O King Lesnik, venerable grandsire of the wilderness and of the myriad forests, I therefore come before you with a plea, though I do not ask that your kin spill their blood in my name." "I ask only for such healing herbs and leaves as you might bestow upon us, that my companions may tend the wounds borne by the earth." The great lord of the trees looked down upon the young golden-haired boy, as a Vila might look upon the Domovoy dwelling far below. The canopy murmured, and after a silence steeped in ages of ancient pride, all that long-held reserve yielded at last to a single weary sigh. Then a venerable bough broke from the ancient tree, and the bird took it gently into its beak, bore it forth, and laid it before the golden-haired youth. "Go forth, young king. See your promise fulfilled, and make of this world a peace everlasting, beyond all sorrow and unrest." "Into your keeping I give my life, and no barrier wrought of shadow shall turn aside its edge." "Mourn not the dead, for all who draw breath must in time sink back into the dust. This truth I learned long ago." "Yet though they return to dust, the forest shall remember. When spring comes again, the new-grown branches and leaves shall carry that memory onward."