arrow_back Wuthering Waves Quests
Where Wind Returns to Celestial Realms
The northernmost edge of the Shores of Last Breath was said to be where Sentinel Imperator made Their last appearance. As you arrive, you find the area ravaged by relentless storms…
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Leave...
The Lifer:
Leave... here...
The Lifer:
Leave... Leave...
The Lifer:
Leave!
The Lifer:
Leave! Here!
Scattered debris from a Lumiscale Construct lies on the ground.
Abby:
*yawn* Huh... A familiar smell!
Rover:
Finally awake, are we?
Abby:
Hey! I've been on guard this whole time!
Abby:
These scraps look just like that thing we saw back on Mt. Firmament. The name is… right! Lumiscale Construct!
Abby:
Except… this one smells different, like it's been broken since a long time ago.
Abby:
And... it smells burnt.
Rover:
This pattern on the ground is identical to the one we found near that Lumiscale Construct.
Abby:
Looks like the work of those Order folks.
Rover:
Here's another altar.
Abby:
Maybe we should light it up like last time?
Rover:
These steles are even more worn out than the last ones…
Rover:
Hmm... Need a better angle to piece them together.
Abby:
Rover, the smell of those scraps has changed… I don't like the feel of this.
Abby:
It just ran off! Over there!
Abby:
What happened? An earthquake? Ugh, I feel giddy...
Abby:
Ahhh! Why is it moving now?!
Abby:
This inscription says the Order believes this is where Imperator was last seen.
Rover:
So, they made these steles to honor the Sentinel... That's pretty impressive!
Abby:
But the wind is really strong here. We need to watch our steps.
Abby:
Can we slow down a bit? Seriously, I'm feeling dizzy...
Rover:
How about you just get off me and fly on your own?
Abby:
No, never mind. Wouldn't wanna get swept away by the wind...
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has lost its buff "Decay of Time."
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has regained its buff "Decay of Time."
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You who have answered the summon, do you have enough respect for your opponents?
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Answer these questions to prove yourself.
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How many Chop Chop's hands you just defeated?
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No respect at all... You should leave now.
Abby:
Can't believe they built this colossus out here in the middle of nowhere...
Rover:
When did you wake up?
Abby:
Right after you walked into this place! Those Order folks must be loaded to build it.
Rover:
Maybe… but what does this inscription mean?
Abby:
"Depths of the garden…" Sounds like there's a secret in there. Let's go take a look!
Abby:
Wow! It's a massive board game!
Abby:
But there are only nine circles. Doesn't look like the kind of game you played with Changli.
Rover:
Yeah, it's more like… some kind of puzzle.
Unfamiliar voices rise around you. By intuition, you realize that they belong to a past buried deep.
Deep Male Voice:
Why do you still refuse to place your faith in our great Sentinel?
Sonorous Male Voice:
For we place our trust in blades, shields, and in the resolve to command our own fate.
Deep Male Voice:
Then hear me, and hear me well—Ragunna will never welcome the likes of you.
Sonorous Male Voice:
Fine by me! I'd sooner choke than breathe the same air as you, sniveling Ragunnesi!
Deep Male Voice:
Such profanity… Those who worship at the altar of worldly desires will find no blessings from Imperator!
Unfamiliar voices rise around you. By intuition, you realize that they belong to a past buried deep.
Serious Male Acolyte:
How dare you bring these Echoes into the divine garden, without the Primus' or my permission! Do you grasp the weight of your transgression?
Devout Female Acolyte:
By the Sentinel's grace, I swear I acted with pure intentions! These poor things… I just encountered them on my way to the garden! Please, I'm telling nothing but the truth!
Serious Male Acolyte:
Reckless! Do you not see the danger you bring upon the Primus? Enough chicanery. A pilgrimage to the north awaits you—for true reflection and atonement.
Devout Female Acolyte:
The north… to the Shores of Last Breath? No one has returned from there! Please, I need to see the Primus!
Serious Male Acolyte:
Such an audience is beyond you now, for you have wandered too far from righteousness. Go forth. This is your last chance at salvation.
Devout Female Acolyte:
No! Please, let me see the Primus! I'm begging you! O Sentinel above, have mercy on me...
Unfamiliar voices rise around you. By intuition, you realize that they belong to a past buried deep.
Serious Male Acolyte:
These Echoes... How do you intend to handle them?
Deep Male Voice:
They shall reveal the truth of this world to us.
Deep Male Voice:
This one will serve as the black piece, embodying mortal desires and worldly needs.
Deep Male Voice:
This one will serve as the white piece, guiding the faithful of Ragunna on the right path.
Serious Male Acolyte:
And the last one...
Deep Male Voice:
The board has no room left for it. Therefore, it shall remain here as the Lifer, to continue this game on my behalf.
Deep Male Voice:
Lifer, I command you: you will never leave this garden, never stray beyond this board.
The Lifer:
Leave... here...
Deep Male Voice:
From this moment on, you are bound to this secret, now and forever.
The Lifer:
Leave... here!
Suddenly, the inscription texts before you begin to swell and rise, like bubbles breaking the surface of water…
And the next moment, the phantom of texts raises a blade against you.
You strike at the phantoms before you, but before your blade could reach them, they dissolve into thin air.
Somehow, you feel as if you've finally emerged from deep water, breathing in fresh air anew.
Rover:
That feeling… Have I been hallucinating? When did it even begin? When I entered this maze, perhaps?
Rover:
Those must be the Echoes who were accidentally brought to this garden.
Rover:
Black piece, white piece, and the lifer… what do they represent, exactly?
Unfamiliar voices rise around you. By intuition, you realize that they belong to a past buried deep.
Deep Male Voice:
Have you ever tasted the Viscum Berry?
Serious Male Acolyte:
No, Primus… How could I do this to the divine embodiment of our Sentinel?
Deep Male Voice:
Fear not, Acolyte. I am certain They will not be displeased.
Deep Male Voice:
The revered Quercus They have manifested leans upon the windows and domes, its blossoms and fruit both beautiful and divine.
Deep Male Voice:
Born from prophecy, the Viscum Berry is etched in the inscriptions. Consume it, and the gaze of our Divinity you've deeply yearned for shall rest upon you.
Serious Male Acolyte:
Primus… Are you saying you've granted those people's request?
Serious Male Acolyte:
They would make barrels from the Quercus, brew wine with the Viscum Berries… How can we allow such a desecration?
Deep Male Voice:
...Watch your mouth, Acolyte.
Deep Male Voice:
Tell me, have you had the Nectarwine this day?
Serious Male Acolyte:
What do you mean, Primus? I've never... Arrgh... No...
Deep Male Voice:
I see. You are too drunk to speak.
Deep Male Voice:
You shall reunite with the Sentinel in your dreams, good Acolyte. For one as faithful as you, Their sacred land surely awaits. May you find eternal rest in Their embrace.
Abby:
What are these scribbles...
Rover:
Sounds like this big guy is pretty tough to beat.
Abby:
It says "the shackles that hold the prisoner"... Could they be something to weaken its power?
Abby:
Maybe you should use your Sensor to check around.
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has lost its buff "Desire for Escape."
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has regained its buff "Desire for Escape."
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has lost its buff "Growing Loneliness."
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has regained its buff "Growing Loneliness."
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has lost its buff "Impending Stalemate."
Reverb in the Garden:
The Lifer has regained its buff "Impending Stalemate."
The Lifer:
Ahahaha!
The Lifer:
A chance... to leave!
The Lifer:
Arraaaagh! Darn it!
The Lifer:
Stop... leave!
Abby:
Seems like this Echo has been locked up here since forever…
Abby:
According to those inscriptions, it doesn't matter who wins or loses the game. It's stuck here guarding this board forever either way.
Rover:
Maybe it never wanted this at all.
Abby:
I wonder what kind of life it had before being trapped here…
Abby:
Finally! Time to battle!
Abby:
Those moving pieces got me so confused... Let's get this over with!
Abby:
Tacet Discords incoming!
Abby:
It seems these patterns on the altar light up gradually when you stand in this giant circle.
Rover:
Is this some kind of ritual...
Abby:
Is it... offering us a ride?
Rover:
We'll catch this ride, then.
Abby:
More enemies here!
Abby:
Ugh, these pesky Tacet Discords... Stay away from us!
Abby:
Look! It's here to pick us up again!
Abby:
This is the last altar!
Abby:
Let's finish this in one go!
The Lifer:
Want... to leave...
The Lifer:
Leave here... Leave!
You lost your way in the heavy storm...
Abby:
Ahhhhhhh!
Abby:
This is too dangerous! Careful to not fall into it!
Abby:
It's coming at us!
Abby:
That was so close!
Abby:
Haha, gotcha! Now you'll behave!
Abby:
Woah! Seriously?! Where did this big guy even come from?!
Abby:
So this is it, huh?
Abby:
Those Order folks really worked hard to get here. Not my kind of thing.
Rover:
...
Abby:
Rover? What's wrong?