Talents

• Emotional Absorption
  Restores 2 extra Skill Points when attacking an enemy and 8 extra Skill Points when killing an enemy

Skills

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  Tactical Chant γ

  Auto RecoveryManual Activation

  Lv.

  

  Initial SP

  15

  SP Cost

  30

  Duration

  30 sec

  ASPD +90

  attack_speed

  90
• 

  Spirit Burst

  Auto RecoveryAuto Activation

  Lv.

  

  SP Cost

  100

  Duration

  25 sec

  Fires 8 times with 60% ATK when attacking and attacks random targets within Attack Range
  Automatically activated; Amiya is Stunned for 10 seconds after the skill duration

  attack@atk_scale

  0.6

  attack@times

  8

  stun

  10
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  Chimera

  Auto RecoveryManual Activation

  Lv.

  

  SP Cost

  120

  Duration

  30 sec

  ATK +230%, Max HP +100%, Range expands, damage type changes to True; After the skill ends, Amiya will automatically be retreated

  atk

  2.3

  max_hp

  1

Modules

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  ORIGINAL

  Amiya's Badge

  Module Selected

  Story

  Amiya has demonstrated a remarkable aptitude for inflicting Arts casualties on the enemy.
  The Field Operations Department has thus passed the following resolution:
  This operator shall be appointed a Caster Operator during field operations to exercise Core Caster responsibilities.
  In witness whereof,
  This badge is hereby conferred upon the above named.
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  CCR-Y

  DWDB-221E

  

  Select Module

  Stage	Stats	Upgrade Description
  1	HP +100 ATK +30	Core Caster Trait Deals Arts damage Gain 1 SP when normal attacks hit an elite or leader enemy.
  2	HP +130 ATK +40	Emotional Absorption Restores 3 extra Skill Points when attacking an enemy and 8 extra Skill Points when killing an enemy
  3	HP +150 ATK +50	Emotional Absorption Restores 3 extra Skill Points when attacking an enemy and 10 extra Skill Points when killing an enemy

  Story

  First, there are a few indistinct silhouettes. Soon, a dazzling light. Gradually, the light grows distant and rises to the sky, leaving behind bright blotches. Not long after, these points of light themselves speed far away, and all that remains is a meaningless, jet black.
  You remember those blotches are celestial bodies, every one. You remember the home of the stars is called the cosmos.
  Then immediately, your sight abruptly grows clear. Sleek metal. A sealed room. A clear window forms your third eye—through the window, you gaze at a colossal grey sphere, and in the center of that megastructure no normal mind could comprehend, it quietly awaits its birth father...
  You suddenly feel a kind of movement. A fluid wets your vision. You begin to seek this emotion's root. You see a child's birth. It is your child. A brand new fate, a soul entrusted... But against that yawning megastructure, how insignificant a life of such miniscule proportions it is.
  You return to the now, and gaze at those engineering ships, big and small. You, the mathematician, quickly make a ridiculous comparison—even the smallest ship among them is thousands of times larger than an infant of mankind.
  But you have all done it. Starting from the antiquity of antiquity, starting with fire or a hunt, you have come all the way to today.
  You are immensely proud. By some mysterious mechanism, you feel this pride as if it is yours, upon which more information pours into your mind. You remember your own identity. You realize that you are the designer of that artificial satellite. And after such a long journey in subspace, you finally greet the moment of its completion with your very own eyes.
  Honor, wealth, family, ideals... such vocabulary flickers elusive, hovers, dissipates, and in the end there is left one, and only one...
  ...
  ...
  'Future...'
  'What? What did you see?'
  '...'
  'Hey, respond! Hey!'
  All present lapse into silence. A young woman to the side wells with urgency.
  'Examine his brain! I told you we shouldn't have been so hasty! We only just set up protocol channels to database comms! This is only our first recorded successful transmission!'
  '...I'm sorry.'
  'Wait. What are you saying?'
  'I mean... I never used to be too fond of you planetary engineers. I always felt your work was all style, no substance... but I saw it. I saw your past, I shared in your past. I felt your emotions. It was... like nothing else.'
  'You...'
  'Yes. I felt you reminisce, like an ordinary father, about your children and your home. I saw that artificial moon, astonishing as anything. And the sensation, it's beyond all imagination... We've done it.'
  Once again, everyone is silent.
  'So...' The one to break the silence is a fairly young, red-haired lady. 'How will it record our epoch, and the epochs to come?'
  'As an omnibus of idiocy, I assume,' someone responds thoughtlessly. 'We've had quite enough ourselves, but from here on out, none of them will ever find another excuse to embellish history.'
  'Have a little more faith in mankind, friends,' says another, elderly, who simply sits down and shuffles herself into a comfortable position. 'We've drawn enough lessons already. Our progeny won't be repeating our blunders.'
  Some chuckle bitterly. It is, of course, no more than a beautiful wish.
  '...So we've definitely succeeded? Project DWDB-221E has borne fruit so quickly... My god.'
  With no warning, a curly-haired person springs to his feet.
  'Are we always going to call it DWDB-221E? I know, project numbering follows regulation format. Cold, cold nomenclature, just like with AMa... But our work deserves a more dignified official name!' Once again, he throws out the proposal he hadn't relented on for more than half the year now. 'I want to call it... 'Destiny'! Or maybe 'Truth of the World'?'
  The ensuing silence is now an awkward one.
  'How about the 'Black Crown'? In terms of an intuitive visual impression of parts of its appearance, it does resemble a crown, after all.'
  'Eh, not a fan. That one sounds like some boring historical drama.'
  'In that case...'
  The elderly woman interrupts her subordinates before they embroil themselves in yet another endless dispute. She gazes out at the stars beyond the window. Some unwelcome information is arriving, but humanity will ultimately overcome this hardship, just as it has countless times before.
  'I have a proposal...'
  'We should call it—'Civilight Eterna'.'

RIIC Base Skills

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  Agreement

  When this Operator is assigned to the Control Center, all Trading Posts' order efficiency +7% (only the most effective one will take effect when assigned Operators have the same skill effect)
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  Violin Solo

  

  When this Operator is assigned to a Dormitory, restores +0.15 Morale per hour to all Operators assigned to that Dormitory (Only the strongest effect of this type takes place)