Whoever decided to give it that substat and thought it would have a shot at being better than Rust needs to be fired on the spot. The only single drawback Rust has is a meager 10% less charged shot damage, and even if the PhysATK% on Waltz is higher, it is not by enough to warrant, you know, using it over light attack spam king. I love Fischl and I surely love playing with her, but I cannot for the life of me recommend this bow over Rust in ANY case UNLESS you are PhysDPS Fischl and have this at R5 and don’t have Rust, or have it at R2 or less. I get where you’re coming from, but the fact Waltz has PhysATK% as substat basically ruins it compared to Rust because that is ATK that Oz WON’T benefit from if you have Waltz, let alone the fact that Rust beats it for light attack spam by a mile since it starts at 40% damage and ends at double, and it doesn’t need Oz to do damage for that buff.
Waltz still needs Fischl to be doing damage to maintain the damage buff for Oz and viceversa since it lasts for 5s, and her constellations 2 through 6 buff either skill or Ult.
That was merely a natural secretion from her royal eyes, affronted as they were by the untimely intrusion of those impudent grains of sand. But even so, they too wished to remain within the eternal, shining gaze of the Prinzessin, bringing their subtle light unto more lands still. Or perhaps this was what happened: the bright moons that once illuminated a universe, brought dreams and song to the sweet sleepers of three worlds, and awakened a deep longing in the beast-herds that wandered betwixt dawn and dusk - they were at last rendered dust. Two of the three bright moons that caused the perfumed sea of the primordial universe to shine and stirred up the beasts of the Arianrhod Realm were shredded by a sword that tore the horizon asunder, left in smithereens too small even for the mystical sight of the Prinzessin. "Well then, mein Fräulein, I wonder if you still recall this tale." Then, the writhing struggles of man and beast trapped within will be naught but a midnight waltz." She went on, "Who among those born into this world are not burdened with sin? When the clock sounds for the time of judgment once more, the skirt of night shall descend once more. The Sovereign of the Immernachtreich weepeth not." In the silence of her pitch-dark Nachtgarten would they find a place to slumber.Įven so, when Droctfult fell at the hands of the Beast of the World, having fought for the dreams of a young man and the rain that had yet to fall, and was torn to shred by its claws, the Prinzessin still began to tear up. Even the branch of the tree of time upon which the great and glorious Reman Republic nested would be cut off in the end, such that the nation founded by the other twin child of the wolves might rule.Įverything in this world must pass through the doorway of their destruction unto the future kingdom of the Prinzessin.
Every passion must be ground into dust by the march of time, before being turned to wild paranoia upon that inverted, ancient tree. Every young man's rage at injustice must turn to calm. In their long journey across space and time, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung and her Night-Severing Raven bore witness to countless stories and their endings, each a raindrop that flows at the journey's end into a bitter sea. Thus spoke Ozvaldo Hrafnavins when the Prinzessin's journey in the land of ever-silence came to a close. "Mein Fräulein, not one tear of yours was shed in vain during your pilgrimage."
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