Serenity's Call
A longsword forged from metal that makes a mournful sound when swung.
- Base ATK · Lv. 90
- 454
- Energy Recharge · Lv. 90
- 61.3%
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
Solemn Silence
Upon causing an Elemental Reaction, increases Max HP by 16% for 12s. Moonsign: Ascendant Gleam: Max HP from this effect is further increased by 16%. This effect can be triggered even if the equipping character is off-field.
Stat progression
Level 1–90 · Ascension boundaries show before and after ascension.
| Level | Ascension | Base ATK | Energy Recharge |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 0 | 41 | 13.3% |
| 20 | 0 | 99 | 23.6% |
| 20 | 1 | 125 | 23.6% |
| 40 | 1 | 184 | 34.3% |
| 40 | 2 | 210 | 34.3% |
| 50 | 2 | 238 | 39.7% |
| 50 | 3 | 264 | 39.7% |
| 60 | 3 | 293 | 45.1% |
| 60 | 4 | 319 | 45.1% |
| 70 | 4 | 347 | 50.5% |
| 70 | 5 | 373 | 50.5% |
| 80 | 5 | 401 | 55.9% |
| 80 | 6 | 427 | 55.9% |
| 90 | 6 | 454 | 61.3% |
Ascension materials
Ascension 1 · Level 40 cap
5,000 Mora
- Tattered Warrant ×2
- Frostnight's Glimmer ×3
- Artful Device Fragment ×3
Ascension 2 · Level 50 cap
15,000 Mora
- Tattered Warrant ×8
- Frostnight's Glimmer ×12
- Artful Device Replica ×3
Ascension 3 · Level 60 cap
20,000 Mora
- Immaculate Warrant ×6
- Frostnight's Glow ×6
- Artful Device Replica ×6
Ascension 4 · Level 70 cap
30,000 Mora
- Immaculate Warrant ×9
- Frostnight's Glow ×12
- Artful Device Inheritance ×3
Ascension 5 · Level 80 cap
35,000 Mora
- Frost-Etched Warrant ×6
- Frostnight's Glory ×9
- Artful Device Inheritance ×6
Ascension 6 · Level 90 cap
45,000 Mora
- Frost-Etched Warrant ×12
- Frostnight's Glory ×18
- Artful Device Wish ×4
Lore
Once upon a time, whispered tales spoke of a bloodthirsty spirit amidst the cold forest veiled in frost and mist. Legend told of a malevolent phantom, swift to anger, that spared no one who trespassed the deepwood's bower. Whether they be the overbearing soldiers of the northern realm, or the most raucous bandits of the tundra, All fell a-quiet at the mention of Nephilheim's desolation. They would instinctively lower their voices, As if fearing that the low hum behind them might be the last sound they would ever hear. Very few knew that the hum came not from some vile spirit, but from the keen edge of a blade wielded by an unknown hunter. The silent hunter was an exile, one whose name appeared in no records and who had never fought for any ideal or banner. But for the children who had lost their homes in those turbulent times and fled to the frigid forest, Clutching a conch as their only token of trust, he simply killed every villain that appeared in those woods. The cold metal of the blade could never mimic the echo of the conch, just like how the past could never be reclaimed. Yet the warmth that bloomed from people's necks was enough to silence the wicked, preserving the children's peaceful dreams. From the days of the gentry and the old Tsar, and through the protracted struggle to reconstruct a new order, The wandering hunter stayed silent, his only constant the whistle that hunted in the cold nights. It was only when the frozen woods were emptied of all the children who had lost a place of refuge, And the aged guardian himself had forgotten how to speak amidst the endless pale nights, Did the hunter finally cast his blade aside. He then turned toward the deepwood and vanished, never to be seen again.