 | Sub | Artifact |
| Description | In the ages when the thousand winds could still brush against the Temple of Space, the ancient people of Elysium believed that the city-state, eternally sealed within its coffin, would ultimately overcome the destruction wrought by external corruption, flourishing unceasingly like a sacred forest. Yet, all things in this world wax and wane. The dream of Elysium shall never return. What remains in the wind is naught but poetry and blooming flowers. |
Where is the leaks of 6.6?