HP | 533 |
ATK | 1241 |
DEF | 582 |
CRIT Rate | 5% |
CRIT DMG | 50% |
Energy | 120 |
Taunt | 100 |
Speed | 99 |
Heir to the Supreme Guardian of Belobog, she is the young and capable commander of the Silvermane Guards.
Bronya received a rigorous education from an early age, and as such, possesses the grace and affinity as expected of an heir.
However, after witnessing the abysmal conditions in the Underworld, seeds of doubt begin growing in the mind of Belobog's future leader. "Can all the training I've received really help me lead the people to the lives they want?"
Basic ATK
Deals Wind DMG equal to of Bronya's ATK to a single enemy.
Skill
Dispels a debuff from a single ally, allows them to immediately take action, and increases their DMG by for turn(s).
When this Skill is used on Bronya herself, she cannot immediately take action again.
Ultimate
Increases the ATK of all allies by , and increases their CRIT DMG equal to of Bronya's CRIT DMG plus for turn(s).
Talent
After using her Basic ATK, Bronya's next action will be Advanced Forward by .
Technique
After using Bronya's Technique, at the start of the next battle, all allies' ATK increases by for turn(s).
When using Skill, there is a
When using Skill, the target ally's SPD increases by
Ultimate Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv.
Talent Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv.
After an ally other than Bronya uses Basic ATK on an enemy with Wind Weakness, Bronya immediately launches a follow-up attack on the target, dealing Wind DMG equal to
Skill Lv. +2, up to a maximum of Lv.
Basic ATK Lv. +1, up to a maximum of Lv.
The duration of the DMG Boost effect placed by the Skill on the target ally increases by
Level | HP | ATK | DEF | Costs |
---|---|---|---|---|
1 | 72 | 168 | 79 |
|
20 | 141 | 329 | 154 | |
20+ | 170 | 397 | 186 |
|
30 | 206 | 481 | 225 | |
30+ | 235 | 549 | 257 |
|
40 | 272 | 633 | 297 | |
40+ | 301 | 701 | 328 |
|
50 | 337 | 785 | 368 | |
50+ | 366 | 853 | 399 |
|
60 | 402 | 937 | 439 | |
60+ | 431 | 1005 | 471 |
|
70 | 468 | 1089 | 510 | |
70+ | 497 | 1157 | 542 |
|
80 | 533 | 1241 | 582 |
The CRIT Rate for Basic ATK increases to <unbreak>100%</unbreak>.
At the start of the battle, all allies' DEF increases by <unbreak>#2[i]%</unbreak> for <unbreak>#1[i]</unbreak> turn(s).
When Bronya is on the field, all allies deal <unbreak>#1[i]%</unbreak> more DMG.
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Character Details
Heir to the Supreme Guardian of Belobog, she is the young and capable commander of the Silvermane Guards.
Bronya received a rigorous education from an early age, and as such, possesses the grace and affinity as expected of an heir.
However, after witnessing the abysmal conditions in the Underworld, seeds of doubt begin growing in the mind of Belobog's future leader. "Can all the training I've received really help me lead the people to the lives they want?"
Character Story: Part I
She learned to hide her thoughts from an early age. Every day, she'd walk the same paths with the other kids, play the same games, and gossip about the same hobbies. But she never felt taken over by the trivial and bland nature of life — she'd sit on a grey stone bench every time she was alone, looking up at the sky and imagining a perfect and complete sky unobstructed by that flat disc.
She could see the laborers dripping with sweat as they toil, the pressure of survival crushing their passion for life. Seeing the tired but earnest look in their eyes, she slipped into a quagmire of confusion: Is life really destined to be like this? Just as the vastness of the sky was dissected by that monstrous steel disc, perhaps the freedom she yearned for was also destined to be incomplete.
She struggled to break free from this quagmire, silently recording the ideals that she'd come to implement in her life on that dusty stone road.
"Make the world a better place."
Character Story: Part II
Sitting on her mother's lap, cold arms wrapped around her neck, she felt an indescribable sense of security. Her mother's voice was gentle and deep as she told the girl an ancient folk tale — the ending of which is hardly satisfying, but nevertheless, the girl enjoyed it very much. Her mother knew what she liked, and those fairy tales with happy endings would just leave her feeling bored and arise far too many questions. Telling stories with bad endings is an excellent way to lure the girl into falling asleep at night.
"Mother... Why can't Lord Grey live a happy life like Catherine?"
"Do you want him to be happy, Bronya?"
"Lord Grey is a kind man. Kind people deserve to live a happy life."
The conversation stopped there, but she remembered her mother's gentle smile. Years later, when she recalled that warm afternoon at Qlipoth Fort, she felt that her mother's smile might have hidden a sliver of regret.
Character Story: Part III
From the moment she donned her Silvermane Guard armor, she was already prepared. But the first funeral she ever attended was still far more heavy than she could ever have imagined.
It was her first time leading a campaign. In the northern ruins, the Silvermane Guards and Fragmentum monsters engaged in brutal combat. She led a crack squad of about a dozen soldiers deep behind enemy lines, fighting bravely until they ran out of ammo and food. As they made their way to the evac point, the terrifying Fragmentum creatures ambushed her — but the fatal attack was blocked by a brave private at the cost of his life. She didn't even have the time to see the face of her savior.
The prolonged wail of the funeral horn rang out. The young captain saw her grief, and came to her side.
"The coffin's empty. I couldn't even manage to bring him back to Belobog..."
"Don't blame yourself, Miss Bronya. For you and the city... everyone here is willing to make the same sacrifice."
"...I really wish I could swap places with him."
"Learning to bear these heavy burdens is the only way to become a true leader."
Character Story: Part IV
The woman paces back and forth in the room, and a door separates her from the throngs of people. She is already very familiar with giving this kind of speeches, but the anxiety of the wait never abated despite the refinement of her oratory skills. Thinking back on the promise she is about to make and the words of consolation she'd crafted, she sinks into a child-like state of confusion and disbelief during those brief minutes.
A sudden breeze stirs the stale air in the room, brushing through her long hair. She turns around to see a familiar figure walking toward her — with delicate, quiet steps like a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering through the lifeless hall.
"Over-thinking things again?"
The woman looking like a butterfly asks, with a teasing smile on her face. She replies with an exasperation grin.
"Same as always, you know — I'm nervous beforehand, but can play to my audience once on stage."
"Hey, don't screw this up. Those old fossils want to play politics, and they're just waiting for an opportunity for you to slip up."
"Haha... Then I'll have to ask you to keep an eye on them for me."
"Hey, looks like time is up."
The dull sound of gears gnashing and turning echoes in the hall. She cast one last look back at the person beside her — who retreats into the shadows with a nod and a trusting smile.
The door creaks open and a beam of warm light shot into the hall, lighting up her face. What follows are deafening applause and cheers.
"Let's go, Bronya."