I can still hear the echo of her final breath. Faint, nearly forgotten. These lands are broken, like her body. You see? They are the same. A candle in darkness. Once lit, now extinguished. The wick glows dimly, but no hope of light. A thin line of curling smoke marks her last breath. This is the Hunger, my child. The Hunger is not a thing. It is no “thing” at all. What means 'darkness' ? Where once, there was light. What is 'cold' ? Where once, there was heat. What is the Hunger ? Where once, there was Life. Can you hear it? The silence? Once, our World had a pulse. Her blood, that molten rock which once flowed so strongly through her veins… it slows, now, and thickens. My brothers, sisters and I cannot heal your World. Dead stays dead. Unlife is not Life. This is the way. I weep, but it matters not. When the last warmth is gone, I will weep no more.
|Weapon Damage||Life on Hit||Dash Count||Health Regen|
|Critical Hit Damage||Critical Hit Chance||Hunger Resistance|
|Power Damage||Power Cooldown||Fire Resistance|
|Fire Damage||Ice Resistance|
|Ice Damage||Warmth Conversion|