Mitternachts Waltz
A bow painted the color of transgression and nights of illusion.
- Base ATK · Lv. 90
- 510
- Physical DMG Bonus · Lv. 90
- 51.7%
Information still requiring verification
- Acquisition method
- Release version
- Evidence-backed release date
- Verified exact weapon image
Signature Weapon For
No officially confirmed signature character.
Passive ability & refinements
Evernight Duet
Normal Attack hits on opponents increase Elemental Skill DMG by 20% for 5s. Elemental Skill hits on opponents increase Normal Attack DMG by 20% for 5s.
Stat progression
Level 1–90 · Ascension boundaries show before and after ascension.
| Level | Ascension | Base ATK | Physical DMG Bonus |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 0 | 42 | 11.3% |
| 20 | 0 | 109 | 19.9% |
| 20 | 1 | 135 | 19.9% |
| 40 | 1 | 205 | 29% |
| 40 | 2 | 231 | 29% |
| 50 | 2 | 266 | 33.5% |
| 50 | 3 | 292 | 33.5% |
| 60 | 3 | 327 | 38.1% |
| 60 | 4 | 353 | 38.1% |
| 70 | 4 | 388 | 42.6% |
| 70 | 5 | 414 | 42.6% |
| 80 | 5 | 449 | 47.2% |
| 80 | 6 | 475 | 47.2% |
| 90 | 6 | 510 | 51.7% |
Ascension materials
Ascension 1 · Level 40 cap
5,000 Mora
- Heavy Horn ×3
- Treasure Hoarder Insignia ×2
- Tile of Decarabian's Tower ×3
Ascension 2 · Level 50 cap
15,000 Mora
- Heavy Horn ×12
- Treasure Hoarder Insignia ×8
- Debris of Decarabian's City ×3
Ascension 3 · Level 60 cap
20,000 Mora
- Black Bronze Horn ×6
- Silver Raven Insignia ×6
- Debris of Decarabian's City ×6
Ascension 4 · Level 70 cap
30,000 Mora
- Black Bronze Horn ×12
- Silver Raven Insignia ×9
- Fragment of Decarabian's Epic ×3
Ascension 5 · Level 80 cap
35,000 Mora
- Black Crystal Horn ×9
- Golden Raven Insignia ×6
- Fragment of Decarabian's Epic ×6
Ascension 6 · Level 90 cap
45,000 Mora
- Black Crystal Horn ×18
- Golden Raven Insignia ×12
- Scattered Piece of Decarabian's Dream ×4
Lore
... "Mein Fräulein, not one tear of yours was shed in vain during your pilgrimage." Thus spoke Ozvaldo Hrafnavins when the Prinzessin's journey in the land of ever-silence came to a close. In their long journey across space and time, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung and her Night-Severing Raven bore witness to countless stories and their endings, each a raindrop that flows at the journey's end into a bitter sea. Every young man's rage at injustice must turn to calm. Every passion must be ground into dust by the march of time, before being turned to wild paranoia upon that inverted, ancient tree. Even the branch of the tree of time upon which the great and glorious Reman Republic nested would be cut off in the end, such that the nation founded by the other twin child of the wolves might rule. Everything in this world must pass through the doorway of their destruction unto the future kingdom of the Prinzessin. In the silence of her pitch-dark Nachtgarten would they find a place to slumber. Even so, when Droctfult fell at the hands of the Beast of the World, having fought for the dreams of a young man and the rain that had yet to fall, and was torn to shred by its claws, the Prinzessin still began to tear up. "Hearken well, Ozvaldo Hrafnavins. The Sovereign of the Immernachtreich weepeth not." She went on, "Who among those born into this world are not burdened with sin? When the clock sounds for the time of judgment once more, the skirt of night shall descend once more. Then, the writhing struggles of man and beast trapped within will be naught but a midnight waltz." "It is as you say, mein Fräulein." "Hmph. As well you should know." "Well then, mein Fräulein, I wonder if you still recall this tale..." Two of the three bright moons that caused the perfumed sea of the primordial universe to shine and stirred up the beasts of the Arianrhod Realm were shredded by a sword that tore the horizon asunder, left in smithereens too small even for the mystical sight of the Prinzessin. Or perhaps this was what happened: the bright moons that once illuminated a universe, brought dreams and song to the sweet sleepers of three worlds, and awakened a deep longing in the beast-herds that wandered betwixt dawn and dusk — they were at last rendered dust. But even so, they too wished to remain within the eternal, shining gaze of the Prinzessin, bringing their subtle light unto more lands still. Indeed. A Prinzessin does not shed tears. That was merely a natural secretion from her royal eyes, affronted as they were by the untimely intrusion of those impudent grains of sand. —Volume End—