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"Remake de FF7: nuevos detalles de DLC y pedido de pedido revelados"

Autor : Lillian Actualizar : May 21,2025

FF7 Remake DLC y preorden

Final Fantasy VII Remake DLC

FF7 Remake DLC y preorden

El Remake de DLC para Final Fantasy VII, titulado ** Episode Intermission **, presenta una historia paralela cautivadora donde entras en los zapatos de Yuffie Kisaragi, el enérgico ninja wutaiano del Final Fantasy VII original. En esta aventura, Yuffie se infiltra en la bulliciosa ciudad de Midgar y se une con Avalanche, que se embarca en una atrevida misión de robar la mejor materia de las garras de Shinra.

Además del juego base fascinante y el episodio mencionado anteriormente, ** Final Fantasy VII Remake Intergrade ** ofrece una variedad de artículos exclusivos que no se encuentran en la edición estándar:

  • Arma: Cacstar
  • Armadura: brazalete de Midgar
  • Armadura: brazalete Shinra
  • Armadura: brazalete de Corneo
  • Accesorio: cinturón superestrella
  • Accesorio: Mako Crystal
  • Accesorio: pendientes seráficos
  • Invocar Materia: carbúnculo
  • Invocar Materia: Chocobo Chick
  • Invocar materia: cactuar

Final Fantasy VII Remake pre-pedido

Edición estándar

FF7 Remake DLC y preorden

La versión base de ** Final Fantasy VII Remake ** se puede comprar en la tienda PlayStation por un ** $ 29.99 **. Para aquellos que buscan una experiencia más completa, ** Intergrade de remake de Final Fantasy VII ** incluye tanto el juego base como el episodio **: Intermission ** DLC. Esta edición mejorada está disponible tanto en PlayStation Store como en Steam por ** $ 39.99 **, proporcionando a los jugadores un viaje más rico e inmersivo a través del mundo de Midgar.

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