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-====== Castorice ======
+====== Castorice (Remembrance, Quantum) ======
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 Aidonia, the snowy land that respects and worships death, has already sunken into sweet slumber.\\
 O Castorice, daughter of the River of Souls, the Chrysos Heir in searcher of the Coreflame of "Death," set forth! Guard the lament of the souls in this world, and embrace the solitude of destiny.\\
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 ==== Character Story: Part IV ====
+//"Maybe... this will be my last day in Okhema."//\\
+At the end of a bitter journey, she finally fund the clues about the nether realm. Before she headed to the place of no return, she wanted to look carefully at the world again.
+That was the Chrysos Heir's bath.\\
+She remembered how Aglaea once, in the thick steam, gave her a pair of gloves that she carefully fixed.\\
+//"Cas, you've changed quite a lot, compared to the first time we met."//\\
+She touched the beautiful patterns on the gloves in surprise, and the usually indifferent leader smiled as she winked at her.\\
+//"Even the present me can see your scorching heart beneath the frigid cold..."//
+That was the serene garden behind the house, shaped like how it looked in her dreams.\\
+In that chaotic dream, she often met her other self. They tilled and nurtured the garden together, until the barren soil transformed into a lush ocean of flowers.\\
+//"I wish that I can still sow seeds of hope like this in the future."//
+That was the monument she erected for the lives once lost at her fingertips.\\
+From the deceased in Aidonia, to the Chrysos Heirs in the Flame-Chase Journey... Over a thousand years, she tried to remember everyone's name and past.\\
+//"If someone still remembers, they are not truly dead."//
+That was where she first met the Trailblazer.\\
+Encounters are such miraculous things, she thought. The streets that she was so familiar with in the past had ganied a special meaning because of someone else.\\
+//"Trailblazer, with my own hands, I will definitely bring you..."//
+As the Entry Hour draws near, the time for the promised departure is also nigh.\\
+Under the blazing sunlight, she made her first and last wish: With the freezing and arduous life as a beginning, she will write with her—
+A poem titled "Castorice," which ends with a true embrace.