Dragonspine Spear
A spear created from the fang of a dragon. It is oddly warm to the touch.
- Base ATK · Lv. 90
- 454
- Physical DMG Bonus · Lv. 90
- 69%
Information still requiring verification
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Signature Weapon For
No officially confirmed signature character.
Passive ability & refinements
Frost Burial
Hitting an opponent with Normal and Charged Attacks has a 60% chance of forming and dropping an Everfrost Icicle above them, dealing AoE DMG equal to 80% of ATK. Opponents affected by Cryo are instead dealt DMG equal to 200% of ATK. Can only occur once every 10s.
Stat progression
Level 1–90 · Ascension boundaries show before and after ascension.
| Level | Ascension | Base ATK | Physical DMG Bonus |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 0 | 41 | 15% |
| 20 | 0 | 99 | 26.5% |
| 20 | 1 | 125 | 26.5% |
| 40 | 1 | 184 | 38.7% |
| 40 | 2 | 210 | 38.7% |
| 50 | 2 | 238 | 44.7% |
| 50 | 3 | 264 | 44.7% |
| 60 | 3 | 293 | 50.8% |
| 60 | 4 | 319 | 50.8% |
| 70 | 4 | 347 | 56.8% |
| 70 | 5 | 373 | 56.8% |
| 80 | 5 | 401 | 62.9% |
| 80 | 6 | 427 | 62.9% |
| 90 | 6 | 454 | 69% |
Ascension materials
Ascension 1 · Level 40 cap
5,000 Mora
- Mist Grass Pollen ×3
- Recruit's Insignia ×2
- Boreal Wolf's Milk Tooth ×3
Ascension 2 · Level 50 cap
15,000 Mora
- Mist Grass Pollen ×12
- Recruit's Insignia ×8
- Boreal Wolf's Cracked Tooth ×3
Ascension 3 · Level 60 cap
20,000 Mora
- Mist Grass ×6
- Sergeant's Insignia ×6
- Boreal Wolf's Cracked Tooth ×6
Ascension 4 · Level 70 cap
30,000 Mora
- Mist Grass ×12
- Sergeant's Insignia ×9
- Boreal Wolf's Broken Fang ×3
Ascension 5 · Level 80 cap
35,000 Mora
- Mist Grass Wick ×9
- Lieutenant's Insignia ×6
- Boreal Wolf's Broken Fang ×6
Ascension 6 · Level 90 cap
45,000 Mora
- Mist Grass Wick ×18
- Lieutenant's Insignia ×12
- Boreal Wolf's Nostalgia ×4
Lore
He had a very, very long dream... He dreamed that he and everyone else had gone on a long, long journey, Into a land where green grass grew, and where soulful songs were sung. He dreamed that he sang along with the gentle people of this land, And danced in the skies with a dragon as beauteous as a jewel. When he opened his eyes, he was in the sky above a mountain swept by roaring snowstorms. The green, tranquil land had already been painted crimson by fire and blood, And the song of that sky-blue bard's lyre was almost drowned in the howling tumult. And that bejeweled, lovely dragon, like a tender lover, Had now pierced his neck through with its sharp fangs. "Farewell, Mother! My journey is ended." "I shall sleep beneath this white, shining silver... and perhaps this, too, is good." "Farewell, O lovely bard! And farewell, O lovely dragon!" "Would that we had met in a different time and place," "To meet, to sing and dance together!" So he thought most sincerely as he lay dying. "Now then, this great blessing that pulses through my veins," "And the lovely sight of the dark universe that gave me birth..." "They are now yours to inherit."