Arknights Charms con trajes de colaboración Cuddly Sanrio
¡Prepárate para la sobrecarga de ternura! Arknights y Sanrio se han unido para un delicioso evento de colaboración, "Sweetness Overload", que se desarrolla desde hoy hasta el 3 de enero de 2025.
Adorables Arknights x Sanrio Skins
Esta colaboración presenta tres pieles exclusivas por tiempo limitado:
- Lee: luciendo la piel "Remedio en una taza de Leung Cha", está listo para dispensar remedios a base de té entre batallas.
- Goldenglow: brillantes en el brillante atuendo de "fiesta en el jardín".
- U-Official: Exuda tranquilidad con la piel de "corriente sobre las nubes".
Estos encantadores atuendos están disponibles ahora en la tienda en el juego. ¡Véalos en acción!
paquetes de colaboración y fases de eventosNo se pierda el paquete conmemorativo de los socios, el paquete conmemorativo de la amistad y el paquete de fiestas de miel, que ofrece adorables íconos y aumentos de oundum. Estos paquetes están disponibles hasta que concluya el evento.
El evento se divide en dos fases, con recompensas gratuitas para iniciar sesión:
- Fase 1 (20 de diciembre): Recibe un mueble de "sofá pastoral", 500 muebles y 20 registros de batalla táctica.
- Fase 2 (21 de diciembre): Reclama una pieza de muebles de "anillo de canela voladora", 50,000 LMD y 30 registros de batalla estratégicos.
¡Descargue Arknights de Google Play Store y únase a la diversión!
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Two Embers – Part 1
By [Your Name]
The sky over Vaelthar had not known true night for seven years.
It was not darkness that had been stolen—it was silence. The stars, once silver needles stitching the heavens, had been smothered by a slow, creeping haze: the breath of the Emberwyrms, ancient beasts of fire and memory, stirring once more from their slumber beneath the ash-choked earth. Their awakening had not come with war, nor with thunder. It came in whispers—flickers in the wind, embers carried on forgotten songs.
And now, from the ruins of the old city, two figures moved like shadows through the ash.
One was a girl—barely more than a child, with hair like burnt copper and eyes that shimmered like polished obsidian. She carried no weapon, only a cracked locket hanging from a chain of blackened iron. Inside, a portrait of a man who had not lived to see her grow.
The other was a man—or what was left of him. His face was hidden beneath a helm forged from the petrified wing of a dead wyrm, and his cloak was stitched from ash-woven silk, said to absorb sound. He called himself Kaelen the Mute, though he had once spoken in tongues. He carried a blade named Dawn's Last Sigh, its edge not made of steel, but of captured lightning.
They walked not toward safety, but toward the heart of the Emberfen—the dead forest where trees burned without flame, their roots feeding on sorrow.
“Why here?” she whispered, her voice barely louder than the wind through the skeletons of birch.
Kaelen did not answer. He pressed a hand to his chest, where a scar pulsed like a dying ember. A memory. Not his own.
Then, from deep beneath the earth, a sound. A heartbeat.
Not the earth’s. Something else.
A voice, not in words, but in feeling—cold and vast, like a dream you cannot wake from.
"She remembers."
The girl flinched. The locket warmed.
“Who said that?” she demanded.
Kaelen knelt, placing a hand on the cracked soil. His fingers trembled.
“He remembers you,” he said at last, his voice rough, as if carved from stone. “And that means you are not the only one who was forgotten.”
A fire began to bloom in the distance—not from wood, not from kindling, but from the air itself. It curled upward, forming shapes: faces, half-erased, weeping.
One face turned, and for a heartbeat, the girl saw her mother.
She screamed.
And the world cracked.
To Be Continued in Two Embers – Part 2: The Weight of Names
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