ニュース Undemember's Holiday Special:Gift King Puru Raid

Undemember's Holiday Special:Gift King Puru Raid

著者 : Jason アップデート : May 22,2025

ラインゲームは、モバイルハックアンドスラッシュRPG、アンウムセブでのギフトキングプルイベントで、ホリデーの歓声を広めています。お祝いのお祝いは月を通して開催され、1月1日にエキサイティングなホリデーレイドイベントで頂点に達し、クリスマスにちょうど間に合うように排他的な報酬を手に入れる機会をプレイヤーに提供します。

Undecemberの最新のアップデートでは、プレイヤーは12月中にホリデーレイドに飛び込んで、恐ろしい敵と戦い、努力の利益を享受できます。参加するには、町に向かい、リクルートメントボードのチケットを使用してソロレイドに参加します。ただし、注意してください。襲撃内での死は、復活する機会がなくてもゲームが終わることを意味するため、準備が重要です。

Gift King Puruの敗北に成功したことには、寛大な報酬が伴います。襲撃をクリアするほど、より多くのグッズを請求できます。これらには、冬の足音クーポンの奇跡、[排他的]マジックルーンストーンランダムチェスト、Runestone Magic Link Essence、[Exclusive] Rune Engraving Stone Selection Chestなどが含まれます。

11月のホリデーレイドイベント

すべての報酬の詳細な内訳については、公式ブログをご覧ください。戦闘スキルを向上させたい場合は、11月に最高のビルドに関するガイドをお見逃しなく。

お祭りに参加する準備はできましたか? App StoreとGoogle PlayでUndemeberを無料でダウンロードして、アプリ内購入を利用できます。公式のYouTubeページに従って、公式ウェブサイトにアクセスして詳細については、上記の埋め込みクリップを視聴して、ゲームの雰囲気とビジュアルを味わって、コミュニティとのつながりを維持してください。

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Two Embers – Part 1 By [Your Name] The wind howled across the shattered plains of Eldryth, carrying with it the scent of ash and forgotten prayers. Once, this land had bloomed beneath twin suns—golden and silver—cradled in the arms of the sky. Now, only two embers remained: one buried deep in the heart of the Obsidian Spire, the other flickering faintly in the chest of a girl who did not know her name. She awoke beneath a sky split in two. One half burned crimson, the other wept silver mist. The earth cracked like old parchment, and from the fissures rose whispers—voices not of men, nor beasts, but of memory itself. Her fingers curled around a shard of obsidian, warm to the touch, humming with a rhythm that matched her pulse. She didn’t remember how she got here. She remembered nothing—not her mother’s lullaby, not the sound of her first breath, not even the shape of her face in the still pools of long-dead lakes. Only the ember. And the dream. “When the twins fall, the world will wake,” the dream whispered. “But not as it was. Not as it should be.” She sat up. The shard pulsed. Her reflection shimmered within it—not a face, but a storm: a woman with hair like flame and eyes like dying stars. “You’re not real,” she said, voice cracked from disuse. But the reflection smiled. And spoke. “I am you. I am what was lost. I am what was never meant to be found.” She stumbled to her feet, wind tearing at her tattered cloak—the color of dust and midnight. Around her, ruins of a cathedral rose from the earth, its spires fused with bone and blackened iron. The name carved into its fallen arch read: Aetherion. Her hand trembled as she touched the stone. A vision tore through her: A war not of swords, but of light. Two beings—twin stars forged in fire—clashing in the sky. One wore the face of a god, the other… a child. She gasped. And the ember screamed. From the east, a sound like a thousand bells made of glass. A procession of shadows moved across the horizon—hooded figures with eyes of ash, marching in silence. Their chants were not in any tongue, but in absence. In silence. She turned to flee—then stopped. Because behind her, in the west, a new light rose. Not silver. Not gold. Blue. And from it stepped a man—tall, scarred, wearing armor of woven wind and memory. In his hand, a sword without a blade. Its hilt bore the same mark as the shard in her palm. “Eira,” he said, voice like wind over graves. “You’ve come at last.” She stepped back. “Who are you?” He looked at her, and for the first time, his face cracked—just slightly. “I was your father,” he said. “And I thought I’d buried you with the world.” The ground trembled. The sky split again. And from the ember in her hand, a voice rose—not hers, not his. “The first ember dies. The second awakens. The war begins.” To Be Continued in Part 2: "The Blood of the Twin Suns" 読む