Synopsis

A street buried under rubble.
Toxic fumes permeated the air, and buildings had collapsed into shapeless ruins.
All traces of life in Inae had vanished, leaving only silence.
 
Camerin stood at one end of the square, gazing back at Inae.
The airships that had once come and gone from the pier, the bustling crowds, the city's pulse and vitality...
All of it felt like a distant memory.
 
It was her singular resolve to protect Inae
that had carried Camerin this far.
There were times when the end felt too distant to reach,
yet stopping was never an option.
What began as a duty held by the Keeper of the Land had now become something beyond it.
Defending Inae also meant protecting everyone who loved the city.
As the days and nights passed, Camerin's resolve only grew stronger.
 
Then came a thunderous roar, scattering debris in every direction.
A massive surge of toxins was sweeping in from around the pier.
A burning sunset slowly sank amidst the creeping toxins.
 
The crimson sky blended with the toxins, casting the city into further darkness.
The sun's faint reddish light fell upon one corner of the ruins.
Watching that dying glow, Camerin made a vow.
Before dawn broke, she would purge the darkness and restore light to Inae.
To make that happen, she would use every ounce of her strength to defend this place.
 
Looking more resolute than ever, Camerin beheld Inae once more.

Monster Story

Imprisoning Duke Juris

It was a strange sensation - one becoming two, two becoming one again,
and then one splitting into four and more, repeating endlessly.
When I finally regained my senses, I saw the vision of that day once more.
 
-
 
"Why do you not properly respond to my strikes?"
 
I had swung countless blades for three days. At last, I questioned, my sword raised.
Thousands of slashes had landed, yet the being before me remained untouched.
 
"I do not change."
"You do not change?"
 
Even though I failed to grasp the meaning, I did not lower my sword.
Nothing in this world is unchanging.
 
"No. All beings change - through death."
"I do not change, and therefore I can never die."
"Impossible. Everything is bound by its beginning and its end. Nothing remains unchanged forever."
 
In my reign over the Vile Planet, I had witnessed the vanishing of even the most seemingly indestructible trash.
 
"Unless you are a god, that cannot be..."
 
At that instant of realization, the tip of my sword dipped slightly.
The edge that had not dulled in three days lost its sharpness.
The impossible being growled, its six eyes glowing.
 
"Is the god that you envision eternally unchanging?"
 
My sword, which could cleave steel, could not cleave the earthen floor and fell pitifully.
 
"Then, you..."
 
That incomprehensible infinity growled, sending quakes through my mind.
 
"Did you seek to slay a god?"
 
-
 
My scattered consciousness fused into one, clear once more.
Delezie.
The name of the one I serve - my eternal, undying god.
The being who possesses all that I desire.
By offering myself completely to the One, I too would become eternal and undying.
Therefore, now that I have opened my eyes once more, my purpose is clear.
 
"I shall follow only the One’s will."

Mahnarval the Violent

Fear flickers in their eyes when they face terror.
Within that terror, they struggle desperately to escape it, yet they refuse to voice it.
 
Hypocrisy.
 
I came to realize that is what it was.
Their goodwill only ever applies to what fits their standards, right before their eyes.
Their actions change completely when no one is watching.
 
"Please, don't kill me! Spare me... please..."
They ignore the deaths of others so that they might live.
 
"I'll tell you where they're hiding - just please, let me live!"
To save themselves, they would sacrifice an entire village.
 
"I'm sorry, but this is the only way."
They offer another human's life to save their own.
 
Yes, that is your true nature.
Born with such a nature, you cast us into that dark pit
and called it tribulation.
 
"Take my hand, pirates of the Bluehawk."
"Shut your mouth."
 
Then, why are you different?
 
"Hmmm, I don't understand. Did you just save a Malefic Human?"
"Yes, we've confirmed everything we needed."
 
Why would you sacrifice yourselves to embrace something other than your own kind?
If you are capable of such a thing, then...
 
Why didn't you save us, why abandon us?
 
You must be hypocrites.
You are utterly perfect hypocrites who cannot embrace even the slightest of hopes.
Only then can our actions be called justice.

Divider Lundior

"I hereby forbid that magic, Lundior."
 
At the old mage's words, Lundior's brow twitched.
 
"Huh? You didn't say that when Vergilia brought you her new magic."
 
The old mage, long accustomed to her biting tone, did not bother to remind her to be more polite.
 
"This spell denies the very foundation of the Five Elements. Where did you learn it? Surely not from the Sky Citadel."
 
At his reproach, Lundior's expression faltered for a moment.
Although he spoke with confidence, he had no proof. Yet, she felt no urge to argue.
The magic she had just cast was powerful enough to shake the stagnant, outdated doctrines of the Sky Citadel.
For that very reason, Lundior believed it could usher in a new age.
 
"Progress must come with risk. If we reject the possibility of change, we'll never achieve any true advancement."
"Extremes may be efficient, but they are dangerous. You know well the fate of scales that lose their balance."
"The fate of scales that lose their balance... Has anyone ever seen it?"
"One doesn't need to see it to know. Imbalance always begins with something small."
"...Something like me, you mean."
 
A flicker of sorrow crossed the old mage's eyes.
But in the next instant, his gaze hardened once more.
 
"That's not what I meant."
"Yes, you did. You're rejecting me just as you rejected my magic. You refuse to choose me because of those who cannot bear the risk."
"That is not why you were not chosen."
"Of course it is. Vergilia, that little prodigy, is chosen instead, all for the so-called good of everyone else."
 
Hostility now openly colored Lundior's eyes.
 
"You're all cowards. It's not change you fear. It’s the chance that your standards might be rewritten."
"..."
"The old standards don't matter. The stronger and greater ones must become the new measure. That's how progress happens. Inferior ways are meant to perish."
"No, that is not right."
"I disagree. If you had no power and couldn't meet the Sky Citadel's current standards, who would have listened to you?"
 
Lundior turned away. Behind her stood a young girl, frozen with fear.
She had heard what she shouldn't have. But it didn't matter now.
Lundior stepped forward, unwilling to continue the conversation.
The girl tried to speak, but Lundior was faster.
 
"Be silent, Vergilia."
"..."
 
Lundior turned back toward the old mage.
 
"I'm leaving the Sky Citadel. I won't waste another moment in a place that refuses to recognize the true worth of my magic."
"And where will you go?"
"Where it has chosen me."
"But that place is -"
"I guess it's no longer your concern anymore, isn’t it?"
 
A ripple of green light shimmered, and Lundior vanished.
The old mage and Vergilia stared sadly at the space where she had stood.
All that remained was a faint trace of Inverted Constellation, the star language written in reverse.

Omma, Eye of Plague

The pungent stench of blood filled the air.
Severed limbs lay scattered across the ground.
 
The Path to Demise.
 
The name suited this place - a trail marked by relentless slaughter.
Slowly, a figure stepped onto this cruel and chilling path where countless lives had been extinguished.
Omma gazed upon the fallen Moon Hunters strewn across the ground.
 
"...Pathetic humans."
 
Their flesh was torn apart and their blood pooled thick and dark. It was no different from the Maleficent corpses she had seen countless times across the Fount of Tribulation.
And yet, something felt distinctly different.
In the world of the Maleficents, where the weak were culled and only the strong survived, battles were solely for self-affirmation.
But humans were different.
They did not always turn their weapons on each other. Sometimes, even knowing defeat was certain, they still charged forward.
Omma recalled what Largo had said.
That humans possessed a strange conviction of sorts.
Did they have something more important than the instinct to survive at all costs?
Then, a faint sound reached her. Omma turned toward it.
A Moon Hunter, his body mangled with one arm torn off, was moving forward while supporting his comrade.
Omma approached him.
Upon seeing Omma, the Moon Hunter backed away.
His eyes, once filled with desperate hope for his comrade's survival, were now consumed by terror and fear, trembling.
Omma gazed at her own reflection in his eyes.
 
"...I truly despise you. Especially the way you look at me."
 
Omma effortlessly subdued the Moon Hunter and his comrade.
As their labored breaths faded into silence, she stood and watched them.
She hadn't intended to kill them at first.
But those eyes.
Seeing those eyes, so certain she would kill them, violently stirred something deep within her.
She couldn't even name the feeling.
But she was curious.
Why did humans look at her and other Maleficents like that?
Why did they exclude the Maleficents so completely from the things they firmly believed in and sought to protect?
 
When had it all started?
Omma stared into the dead man's eyes that were still open.
Her face, reflected in them, felt strangely foreign.

The Piper

My sound always followed the deaths of others, signaling their end.
And now, the sound that always accompanied my own life is fading away,
devoured at last by the insatiable karma that has come to claim me.
 
Surely, much time has passed, yet it feels as if I merely closed my eyes for a moment.
My body is no longer what it was, but it doesn't matter.
In the joy of being able to do what must be done again, I feel fully alive in this very moment.
 
Unable to suppress a smile, I quietly raised the poison-tainted flute to my lips.
A sharp pain shoots through my lips and spreads along the pipe.
Filthy rats gather around me, soon piling up beneath my feet to form a towering mound.
Now, standing proudly atop it, I have only one duty left.
 
"Ah... Great Delezie."
 
Once more, my sound follows their deaths.
The melody that praises the One sends shivers down their spines.
Those who have lost their lives now gather around me.
 
"Not only my life, but even the lives of these lowly humans, I will gladly offer for you."

Bold Scar 

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!
The scar that scum carved into my body
never stopped burning, never stopped aching, for even a moment.
But if I just endure this last bit of pain, it'll finally end, won't it?
At last, I can close my eyes and be free of this agony...
...
...What the?
Why did I open my eyes again?
Why am I in pain again?
 
"Kaaaghk!"
 
I died! I know I did! I was finally free from the pain!
Why? Why can't I even die as I wish?
The torn flesh!
The flayed skin!
The wretched scars carved into my body - the pain still won't fade!
 
"Kaaaghk!"
 
Do I have to devour those worthless vermin again just to numb the agony?
I'll make you regret ever bringing me back!
I'll consume every shred of power you scattered and grow stronger!
And when I do, I'll carve a scar into your body,
one that will never fade - for all eternity!

Infecting Sponger

He was born within a rift of dimensions where not a trace of life could be found, torn apart endlessly even as he came into being.
Having known nothing but that sensation since birth, he did not recognize it as pain.
 
"I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat.
I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat I want to eat!"
 
The only thing he possessed was an insatiable hunger: the desire to consume everything.
He devoured himself, the only existence in that space, yet it brought no fullness or satisfaction.
Eons passed within the infinite void until, at last, he sensed the dimensional boundary thinning.
A new instinct began to stir within him.
 
"I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape!
I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape I want to escape!"
 
After an eternity of torment, the walls of the dimension suddenly began to collapse.
In an instant that felt like forever, he was swept away by a raging wave of fury. He was as powerless against it as a small stream against a vast current.
 
"Ah..."
 
His pain and all the desire he had amassed through countless ages were nothing more than grains of sand before the blackened wrath of a plague so vile, it tainted even darkness itself.

Main Characters

Scholar Rora

A scholar of Ivory Sentence.
Rora is recognized as a leading researcher in the study of the Mist.
Once she forms a hypothesis, she toils day and night to prove it.
When crises beset Sunken Depths, doubts began to stir within her.

New Scenario

A new Act, [Inae Dusk War], will be added.

- You can unlock it by accepting the Level 115 Act quest, "The Six Balances."

New Area - Liemen

A new town, "Liemen," will be added to the world map.

- You can enter it upon completing the Level 115 Act quest, "The Six Balances."

Located beneath Inae Square.
Light seeping in from above faintly illuminates the mechanical structures within Liemen.
One can travel deep underground to reach Skopeo through the central transport device.

Other

Content related to Inae Dusk War will be added to Arad Chronicle Season 14.

A new NPC will be added when you complete the Level 115 Act quest, "A Worn-Out Reason."

- Scholar Rora

- Equilibrium Warden Freddie

Scenario Rewards

When you clear the dungeon, you can get all the items that can be obtained in the Normal dungeon, except for Legendary cards.

- Depending on the placement of Normal/Named/Boss monsters in each dungeon, the type/total amount of rewards may vary.

Drops

You'll get the following items upon defeating the Boss monster, according to each of their rates.

Digming's Fluff Ball

Item Name	Description	Trade Type
Digming's Fluff Ball	A ball of fluff stuck to a Digming's treasure. Each Digming has its own favorite treasures, so digging through its fur will reveal what they are.	Untradable

Can be obtained as a Clear Card reward for clearing a Scenario dungeon.

Contains a reward, according to each of their rates. Items and their chances don't vary by difficulty.