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   "CharacterArchiveContent.14311.1": "\"Snow\" in a Strange Land",
   "CharacterArchiveContent.14311.2": "Wraith wanders the streets of the City of a Thousand Monoliths, fresh off a commission and mulling over how to \"reward\" herself.\nShe doesn't really \"get\" leisure. She is simply mimicking the traditions of her clan: the post-hunt feast. Back home, food is an offering to comrades, family, and glory.\nBut here, all Wraith can manage is a small, symbolic gesture.\n\"Hey, look. It's Wraith.\"\n\"She must be on a job. I wonder who could possibly order someone like her around.\"\nWraith ignores the whispers trailing her. She has dealt with these staring eyes since the day she arrived in the city.\nStill, their gossip triggers a memory—her very first \"commission\" here.\n\nBack then, she was a stranger plagued by bizarre rumors and suspicious glares. Worse, she was constantly worrying about where her next meal would come from.\nTrust is currency among Trekkers, and a foreign face has no value. The city air felt more suffocating than any northern blizzard, and sure enough, she couldn't land a single job.\nJust as she was contemplating a grim future, a girl's cry pierced the air. Wraith looked up to see a red balloon drifting skyward.\nInstinct took over. She scaled the wall in a blur, leaped from the roof, and snatched the balloon mid-air. The crowd below applauded, assuming it was a street performance.\nBefore the girl could even react, this silver-haired stranger was already standing in front of her, balloon in hand.\n\n\"Here. Don't lose it again. Bye.\"\n\"Please wait!\"\nThe girl stopped her, offering a thank-you gift: a round, white dessert.\n\"What is this? White... Cold... Is it snow?\"\n\"It's ice cream! I'm out of allowance money, but please take this. Thanks for saving my balloon.\"\n\"My apologies, but I haven't fallen low enough to eat ice and snow. In my homeland, only a failed hunter would resort to eating...\"\n\"You... You don't like it? I-I'm sorry...\"\n\"Ugh, no! I didn't mean that! Don't cry! Look, I'm eating it, okay?\"\nWraith took a cautious bite. Beyond the nostalgic chill, a rich, creamy sweetness flooded her mouth. A faint flush rose on her cheeks.\n\"This! What is this? It's so sweet... Is the local 'snow' always like this?\"\n\"I told you, it's called ice cream! But I'm glad you like it.\"\n\"Thank you. I have never seen anything this magical back home. I will remember its name.\"\n\"Um... Can I have another one?\"\n\"Wow, you really love ice cream. Alright, I'll tell you a secret...\"\n\n\"Miss? Have you decided on your order?\"\nThe server's question snaps her back to reality. Without realizing it, her search for a \"reward\" has led her straight to this familiar shop.\n\"I'll take one Ultra-Creamy Double-Nut Supreme Cross-Star Special, please.\"\nIgnoring the stares around her, Wraith places her order with absolute confidence.\n\"I never expected anyone to actually order the secret menu item... Ahaha...\"\n\"It was the first magic spell I learned in this city.\"\n\"And I ... really like it.\"",
   "CharacterArchiveContent.14312.1": "Farewell to the North",
-  "CharacterArchiveContent.14312.2": "Familiar faces crowded the plaza. Putting aside the fresh grief of lost homes and kin, the people gathered to witness a warrior's birth.\nA young girl emerged from the crowd. Under the community's gaze, the Council pinned a medal of honor to her chest. Her mission: to scale the perilous Behemoth Mountains alone, crossing a deadly frontier to reach the continent's heart.\nShe declared her sole purpose to be hunting down the destroyers of their home—Nocturn Eterna.\n\"May your soul return to glory.\"\nThe clan chanted their highest blessing in unison before returning to the grim work of rebuilding.\n\n\"May your soul return to glory...\"\nThe girl murmured the words, drifting awake. Outside, a blizzard howled, reminding her she was still at the summit of the Behemoth Mountains. Half a year had already vanished into the snow.\n\"... Out of rations.\"\nShe couldn't afford to sleep. In this demonic realm that had claimed countless warriors, she had to fight for every scrap of survival.\nBy dim candlelight, she unrolled a map. Her finger traced a handwritten note pointing to a crevice in the peaks—a rumored pass leading out of the snow and into the interior of Nova.\nA dull ache flared in her side. That was a \"souvenir\" from a recent battle with an Icefang Beast. She had wanted to claim its fang as a trophy, but the ice beneath her cracked. Faced with a choice, she resolutely chose life.\n\"Coming home empty-handed is usually a joke, but luckily, under the circumstances...\"\nShe applied the last of her salve to the wound.\nA shadow darted across the dark rock wall. Reflexes took over as she snatched a rock lizard from a crevice.\n\"... I can't go back. And I don't need to.\"\nWith a quick snap, she ended it. She struck a flint and prepared her first meal in two days.\n\"Thank you. Your life won't be wasted.\"\nAfter cleaning up, she added another mark to her travel log.\n\nTime blurred. When she finally came to, the hard ice underfoot had given way to soft, damp soil. Smoke rose gently from chimneys on the horizon.\nTrekkers passed by in groups, glancing curiously at her, then adjusted their packs and continued toward the distant Monolith.\nShe stopped at a stream to wash away the grime. Fish darted playfully around her ankles. She studied her reflection: silver-white hair falling past her ears. It seemed the only thing consistent was that color of home.\nIt finally hit her: she had come a very long way.",
+  "CharacterArchiveContent.14312.2": "Familiar faces crowded the plaza. Putting aside the fresh grief of lost homes and kin, the people gathered to witness a warrior's birth.\nA young girl emerged from the crowd. Under the community's gaze, the Council pinned a medal of honor to her chest. Her mission: to scale the perilous Behemoth Mountains alone, crossing a deadly frontier to reach the continent's heart.\nA few days ago, she overheard a conversation between the messengers of the Grace Imperium and the councilors: this tragedy was no natural disaster—it was a deliberate act of man.\nTo uncover the truth, she must journey to the City of a Thousand Monoliths and find the very source of all this suffering.\n\"May your soul return to glory.\"\nThe clan chanted their highest blessing in unison before returning to the grim work of rebuilding.\n\n\"May your soul return to glory...\"\nThe girl murmured the words, drifting awake. Outside, a blizzard howled, reminding her she was still at the summit of the Behemoth Mountains. Half a year had already vanished into the snow.\n\"... Out of rations.\"\nShe couldn't afford to sleep. In this demonic realm that had claimed countless warriors, she had to fight for every scrap of survival.\nBy dim candlelight, she unrolled a map. Her finger traced a handwritten note pointing to a crevice in the peaks—a rumored pass leading out of the snow and into the interior of Nova.\nA dull ache flared in her side. That was a \"souvenir\" from a recent battle with an Icefang Beast. She had wanted to claim its fang as a trophy, but the ice beneath her cracked. Faced with a choice, she resolutely chose life.\n\"Coming home empty-handed is usually a joke, but luckily, under the circumstances...\"\nShe applied the last of her salve to the wound.\nA shadow darted across the dark rock wall. Reflexes took over as she snatched a rock lizard from a crevice.\n\"... I can't go back. And I don't need to.\"\nWith a quick snap, she ended it. She struck a flint and prepared her first meal in two days.\n\"Thank you. Your life won't be wasted.\"\nAfter cleaning up, she added another mark to her travel log.\n\nTime blurred. When she finally came to, the hard ice underfoot had given way to soft, damp soil. Smoke rose gently from chimneys on the horizon.\nTrekkers passed by in groups, glancing curiously at her, then adjusted their packs and continued toward the distant Monolith.\nShe stopped at a stream to wash away the grime. Fish darted playfully around her ankles. She studied her reflection: silver-white hair falling past her ears. It seemed the only thing consistent was that color of home.\nIt finally hit her: she had come a very long way.",
   "CharacterArchiveContent.14313.1": "Weapon Anecdote: Bayonet Zero Alter",
   "CharacterArchiveContent.14313.2": "Silence hung over the quiet cemetery on the Silver District outskirts of the City of a Thousand Monolith.\nThe old gravekeeper was up with the sun, as always. Washed and dressed, he headed out to sweep the fallen leaves.\nNearby, a white-haired girl stood before a fresh headstone, clutching a bouquet.\nShe wore a solemn expression in her formal black, looking like she had just bade goodbye to an old friend.\n\"Did they ... have a good life?\"\nThe old man had seen this scene a thousand times. The words of comfort came automatically.\n\"Served my grandfather, scaled snowy peaks, fought off monsters... Lived a life of glory.\"\n\"Grandfather introduced us. We were partners until the end, sworn to crush every villain we met.\"\n\"Sounds like a warrior worth respecting.\"\n\"We were chasing a Nocturn Eterna recently. It took a direct magic hit... Critical damage to its lever-action mechanism.\"\n\"I struggled for a long time, but I've decided to bring it back.\"\n\"My condolences... Wait, what?\"\n\nWraith placed a can of gun oil on the grave.\n\"I used to be able to cock it one-handed. Learned that trick from a Stella Drama.\"\n\"After the battle, I rebuilt it. Even fused it with parts from one of my melee weapons.\"\n\"Shame I can't do that cool reload flip anymore, though.\"\nAs Wraith spoke, she lifted her \"resurrected\" comrade from its case.\n\"It used to be 'Blizzard 987,' after the Monolith Year it was summoned.\"\n\"Now, it has a new name: Bayonet Zero Alter.\"\n\"Alright. Say goodbye to the old you, partner.\"\nWraith stood and walked over to the old man.\n\"Thanks, sir. Weird as it sounds, you're the first person who didn't slip off as I told my story.\"\n\"Let's go, partner. Time to find those guys and get the revenge.\"\n\nThe old man stared at her retreating back, speechless, before finally muttering under his breath.\n\"Kids these days are intense ... in every sense of the word.\"",
   "CharacterArchiveContent.14401.1": "Basic Info",