Sharpness That Ceased Upon Wondrous Creation

	Name	Sharpness That Ceased Upon Wondrous Creation
	Family	Artifact Piece, Plume of Death
	Rarity
	Part of the Set	Disenchantment in Deep Shadow
	Conversion Exp	2520
	Max Level	17
	Artifact Affix	Disenchantment in Deep Shadow
	2-Piece	ATK +18%.
	4-Piece	Increases Superconduct Reaction DMG by 80% and Stellar-Conduct Reaction DMG by 40%. When the wielder attacks opponents affected by Superconduct or Stellar-Conduct, this attack’s CRIT Rate is increased by 16%.
	Description	It was a feathered quill given to her followers, once used to pen the most absurd of dreams.

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Main Stats


Health %	✅	❌	❌	✅	✅
Attack %	✅	❌	❌	✅	✅
Defense %	✅	❌	❌	✅	✅
Energy Recharge %	❌	❌	❌	✅	❌
Elemental Mastery	✅	❌	❌	✅	✅
Attack Flat	❌	✅	❌	❌	❌
Critical Rate %	✅	❌	❌	❌	❌
Critical Damage %	✅	❌	❌	❌	❌
Additional Healing %	✅	❌	❌	❌	❌
Health Flat	❌	❌	✅	❌	❌
Pyro Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅
Electro Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅
Cryo Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅
Hydro Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅
Anemo Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅
Geo Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅
Dendro Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅
Physical Damage %	❌	❌	❌	❌	✅

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Attack Flat	42	54	66	78	90	102	113	125	137	149	161	173	185	197	209	221	232

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Attack Flat	47	60	73	86	100	113	126	139	152	166	179	192	205	219	232	245	258	272	285	298	311

Extra Stats

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	Tier 1	Tier 2	Tier 3	Tier 4
Health Flat	167.3	191.2	215.1	239
Health %	3.26%	3.73%	4.2%	4.66%
Attack Flat	10.89	12.45	14	15.56
Attack %	3.26%	3.73%	4.2%	4.66%
Defense Flat	12.96	14.82	16.67	18.52
Defense %	4.08%	4.66%	5.25%	5.83%
Energy Recharge %	3.63%	4.14%	4.66%	5.18%
Elemental Mastery	13.06	14.92	16.79	18.65
Critical Rate %	2.18%	2.49%	2.8%	3.11%
Critical Damage %	4.35%	4.97%	5.6%	6.22%

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	Tier 1	Tier 2	Tier 3	Tier 4
Health Flat	209.13	239	268.88	298.75
Health %	4.08%	4.66%	5.25%	5.83%
Attack Flat	13.62	15.56	17.51	19.45
Attack %	4.08%	4.66%	5.25%	5.83%
Defense Flat	16.2	18.52	20.83	23.15
Defense %	5.1%	5.83%	6.56%	7.29%
Energy Recharge %	4.53%	5.18%	5.83%	6.48%
Elemental Mastery	16.32	18.65	20.98	23.31
Critical Rate %	2.72%	3.11%	3.5%	3.89%
Critical Damage %	5.44%	6.22%	6.99%	7.77%

Item Story

It was here that the young apprentice, following the silver-haired researcher into the shadows of the world,
Beheld the ruins of a once-resplendent golden civilization, laid waste by devastation.
The towers, frozen in time and space, loomed like giants with shattered bodies, while the earth lay open as a weeping gash.
It was a blow that the master of the heavens had struck, a wound congealed upon the world since days long past.

All dreams of freedom had been annihilated, extinguished as fast as snow beneath a scorching sun.
A cruel reaping met every seed of rebellion before it could even sprout.
Even so, the researcher who had witnessed it all pressed on through the ruins,
Seemingly oblivious to the danger, moving deftly, as if dancing across a tightrope on blades of ice.

"Are you not afraid? The path you walk, the path once trod upon by those before you, ended in nothing but destruction."
"Are you not afraid? The threshold you seek to cross is long shattered, and the stairs, severed by the high heavens."

The silver-haired researcher listened quietly to the young apprentice's pleas for caution,
Even as she continued to sketch the design of a grand undertaking never meant to be.
As they spoke, the researcher recalled that the Domovoy before her was actually slightly older than herself.
But she did not sneer at the fear born of witnessing the collapse of a grand civilization. On the contrary,
She looked straight into those trembling eyes, and into the doubt at the very core of the other's being.

"The fire may have been lit, but what remains today is but its long-cooled grave.
We do this not to take on another's legacy, but to see clearly by the fire's light.
So fear not, for even if we are unable to step into the new world, there will be others after us who can go one step further.
And fear not, for even if we cannot cross the new threshold, our bones shall serve as the next step for others to climb."

The silver-haired researcher, a girl no longer, placed her pen in her apprentice's hand.
The young Domovoy's hand grew heavy, not from the feather, but the sheer weight of the researcher's conviction.

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