Asrahan: Mu, God of Mist

 

"Cladis, is this really the only way?"

 

Ethan's question was implied, but clear.

He knew that everything Cladis had done was for the God of Mist, and ultimately for Seon.

The god had given him an oracle to kill him, and Cladis, as her high priest, could not accept it.

Everyone knew what would happen to Seon if the God of Mist, the very foundation of Seon, was gone.

And, as if on cue, enemies emerged to capitalize on the God of Mist's weakness. A Maleficent took on human form and hid in human society,
and a mage appeared to disrupt the harmony of the God of Mist.

It was clear that even with foresight, the power of Clearmist alone would not have been enough to overcome such powerful enemies.

Without the timely arrival of those from outside Seon, Clearmist would have fallen to Lopes or Largo long ago.

 

So, Ethan tried to understand Cladis:

when he informed everyone of God of Mist's hopeless oracle, the chaos would have been too much for him to handle,

and since the power of Clearmist was no match for the enemies, he must have stood by their side to keep an eye on them.

It was understandable that Cladis would do such a thing, since the only way to hold onto a god
who wanted to disappear on her own was, ironically, not to awaken her.

 

But Cladis didn't answer.

Ethan watched him stare at him in silence and wondered if it wasn't that he wouldn't speak, but that he couldn't.

One word from him would settle all his questions, but he wouldn't speak.

And somehow, the look in his eyes told Ethan that there was still something left.

 

"I don't know what you were thinking, but..."

 

Ethan said flatly.

 

"Regardless of the consequences of what you've done, you will not be remembered as a hero for your sacrifice."

"I know. I'll just be remembered as some threat to the God of Mist and White Ocean."

 

Cladis, who had spoken for the first time, did not continue.

It was as if he were waiting for something, as if there was still something left to do.

 

 

Monster Story

 

Mu, God of Mist

 

I am a being made not to remember, made to be ignorant.

My memories are all but gone, and the only deeply etched marks are those of dark, dangerous things.

When I woke up again after a long sleep in response to a powerful force, the being that had affected me was gone,

a being that was dangerous and immense, beyond our comprehension.

After its influence faded, a mage stood before me.

He gave me a book to ruminate on my memories.

 

"God of Mist... and Memory?"

 

The memories began to pile up.

Ever since I began to be called by the name I didn't deserve, ever since I learned that my power affected all of Seon,

I had strived for the good of this world, the world loved by the one who gave me the memories.

I asked for little, only to protect what he wanted to protect.

What I had to do to do that was clear.

 

"I must never lose my memories again."

 

The memories kept piling up.

And with those memories, Seon continued to change.

Hundreds of years passed, and I thought maybe this could go on forever.

But he couldn't forget the words of the great being he had met just before I woke up.

No, he had never forgotten, not even once in all those hundreds of years.

 

"The being you met is more than we can handle. He... She... They..."

 

After he left, the memories fell apart for the first time.

At first, it was just anxiety.

As if I had entered a place in disguise and met someone who knew me too well.

As if I had covered my entire body, but was not wearing a single thread.

As if, in the midst of a crowd, I'd been unmasked when I shouldn't have been.

The inherent darkness of this infernal energy...

 

"The same power as the beings that were with me?"

 

No.

 

"A power I once possessed."

 

It was one of the twelve cursed powers with a dark, dark side.

 

 

Unharmonious Lopes

*Creak, Creak...*

The steel cogs of the giant crane, unable to be moved by human power in the slightest, grinded together and turned smoothly.

As if it were lifting something very heavy, it pulled the line steadily, bending and curving with every jerk.

The Mist Gear. Inventions that run on mist as fuel.

The power of mist, perhaps a gift from a god, had been used for years without price.

The man with the yellow glasses thought so, and then reconsidered.

 

"Hm, a gift from a god..."

 

The mist had already been bestowed by the God of Mist.

No one had ever seen her, but no one denied her existence.

The mist you saw before you was her.

There had long been followers of the God of Mist in White Ocean, those who sought to find her.

 

*Creak*

The sound broke the man's thoughts and he turned his attention back to the crane.

The man wondered. If the power of the mist was so perfect, such a gift, why did it affect them worse than poison?

 

Malefic Beasts.

Lopes had studied them for a long time.

Malefic Beasts and malefic energy. Sacred Beasts and mist. The difference between them.

But the people of Seon, who considered the Malefic Beasts and the malefic energy to be wrong, had long been reluctant to approach the Empty Sea, which was filled with malefic energy.

As a result, the area beneath the Empty Sea, called the Fount of Tribulation, was still uncharted territory where little was known.

 

*Thud*

The giant crane came to a halt with a sound like something had snagged,

and then, as if struggling against something, it tensed, tilting within its own elasticity, seeming to break at any moment.

The Malefic Beast it had caught this time was quite large and heavy.

 

"Lopes, can you take a look at this for a moment?"

"Sure."

 

Lopes moved over to the crane controls, which were a bit higher up, adjusting his glasses slightly.

As he worked the lever, he looked down. The horns of a grotesque-looking creature caught on a floating island in the air.

At this rate, one of two things would happen: the creature would break, or the crane would break.

Lopes rolled up his sleeves. His muscle-filled arms moved without hesitation, as if he'd done this many times before.

He lowered the crane again, making sure the horns weren't caught, moved to the side, and began lifting.

*Clack*

 

"Hmm? I don't think there's anything stuck now."

"It doesn't work, does it? It's been acting strangely."

"Did you fill up the crane with Mist?"

"Of course. I filled it up this morning."

 

Lopes checked the fuel canister that filled the crane's Mist.

But contrary to the man's words, the canister was empty.

The Mist had vanished, as if it had never been there in the first place.

 

"It's gone -"

 

With a loud bang, the airship's hull shook and tilted, and something heavy crashed into Lopes' head.

The ship began to tilt heavily toward the side where the giant Malefic Beast was hanging, and then it lost all power and began to fall.

The men tried to activate their Mist Gear to escape, but none of them worked.

 

"All of Seon's mist is gone? Why? How...?"

 

Out of the blurred vision that was turning blood-red, he could see airships crashing from higher up, along with people.

The airship Lopes was in began to fall rapidly toward the Fount of Tribulation under the weight of the massive Malefic Beast.

His mind raced with thoughts of how to escape this situation.

His thoughts flowed like flashes of light, until he remembered something important and stopped.

 

"Rosalind... Savelli... Watch out -"

 

And then, no more thoughts.

 

Ominous Savelli

I try to move the joints one by one.

The movements are awkward. My body doesn't feel like it's even my own...

I try to remember the last thing I saw.

It went from cloudy to pitch black. The clouds were gone.

And then... what happened? I'm not sure.

The torn memories seem to cover and obscure each other.

 

I force the jumbled memories out of my head.

Then, the tiles on the floor and the devices on the walls respond.

Perhaps this intricate workshop of machinery

respond to our thoughts.

 

I get used to controlling my body.

The workshop moves as one with us.

But the memories in my head are still a mess.

 

I remember being in a space I've never seen before.

I remember using devices I've never seen before.

I remember meeting people I've never seen before.

I remember...

 

Well, it doesn't matter.

Just being able to see Lopes again is enough for me.

I just need to get rid of the ominous thoughts that fill my head

and do what I need to do, following his memory.

 

 

Serene Rosalind

Cloudy weather, screaming people, disappearing mist...

That was my last memory, and the endless darkness followed.

I'm pretty certain Savelli and I had died.

I don't remember exactly how we were killed.

Was it a simple accident?

Could it have been a disease that couldn't be cured?

Or maybe we were killed by someone else.

 

How can I say that so calmly?

I know. It's weird, isn't it? We were definitely dead.

Death is supposed to be cold, painful, and lonely.

Even though the memories keep coming back,

I feel as calm as ever.

 

By his power, we were reborn.

We were sleeping in endless darkness, and he gave us light.

With his memory, we don't need harmonization.

We're are more in harmony than anyone else in the world right now.

 

 

Scenario

A new act, Asrahan: Mu, God of Mist, will be added.

- This Act can be accepted by characters with 23,259 Fame or higher.

- You can unlock it by accepting the Level 110 Act quest, The Only Solution.

 

New Area - Northern White Ocean

 

 

A new area, White Ocean North, will be added to the World Map.

- You can enter it after completing the Level 110 Act quest, Rekindled Connections.

 

 

New Village: Mu's Retreat

A new town called Mu's Retreat will be added to the World Map.

 

- You can enter it after completing the Level 110 Act quest, Rekindled Connections.

 

In DFO Chronicle Season 13, content related to Asrahan: Mu, God of Mist will be added.

A new NPC will be added when you complete the Level 110 Act quest, Rekindled Connections.

- This NPC doesn't provide the Dye menu.

A new NPC named White Cloud Messenger Erlich will be added when you complete the Level 110 Act quest, Preparing to Go to the Forest of Awakening.