Ultimate Splendor

Ultimate Splendor is a Raid Event scheduled to start on January 3, 2018 at 7:00 PM (PST) and end on January 9, 2018 at 7:00 PM (PST). It is the forty third episode of the Dark Stigma story and twenty second in the Malice Canon storyline.

Half-time Reward Calculation Period is at January 5, 2017 from 7:00 PM to 7:59 PM (PST).

Feature Changes
1%, 3% and 5% Yule Rabbit Ticket as Individual Ranking Reward down to rank 1600.

Raid Bosses Skill Cards

 * Bijoul Prince Bringar (UR) Anti-Raid Boss Skill Card, obtained from the Oath of Survival Card Pack
 * ? (UR) Anti-Hidden Raid Boss Skill Card, obtained from the Oath of Survival Card Pack
 * ? (UR) Anti-Secret Raid Boss Skill Card, obtained from the Oath of Survival Card Pack
 * Bijoul Defender Voce (UR) Special Evolution Card, Skill works against all Raid Bosses of the event, obtained from the Master of Fate Card Pack

Prologue
From the foggy reaches of the dragon's memory, the thought materialized that his ravenous urges did not manifest until he met the woman he was carrying.

Her name slowly emerged along with that notion: Francil.

Even so, it did not truly matter -- neither did her position as general, nor her cruel disposition.

The dragon's logic and memories were like fish in a muddy pond, sluggish and aimless. Only two sensations could still be felt keenly: insatiable desire and intense pleasure when it was momentarily fulfilled.

The more he consumed, the more he hungered. In time, the agony of hunger became inseparable from the high of fulfillment, reducing his mind to a Mobius strip.

The catalyst for everything was when the woman appeared before him and made a simple statement.

They were not fully human, therefore he could eat as many as he wanted.

She later abandoned all effort to disguise her lies. Demands were more direct: kill, consume, crush. With alarming speed, the dragon had become a slave to desire and pleasure, rendering everything else inconsequential, including the woman's deception.

He may have been a creature of wisdom and reason in the past, but all memory of that had been swallowed by oblivion. She dubbed him Darenkros and used him as she saw fit.

The dragon ate the demihumans and their sparkling gemstones. They were called the Bijouls, a race whose bodies were fused with gemstones.

He was never allowed to eat his fill, only as much as he was told. The woman brought the rest back to the castle, despite his unsatisfied hunger.

The gems of the Bijouls were more than mere baubles; they held considerable magic in their shine. The woman previously revealed she was collecting them for war purposes. She had a habit of saying such odd things as half-monologue in his presence, which she herself admitted.

However, whatever silence there was between the two would always end with the same words:

"It's time to hunt, Darenkros."

That was the word she used to describe their massacres. In response, the dragon would immediately lower his neck to allow her to climb on. Once she was in position, he would pump his great wings and streak through the air.

"Today, we'll be hunting at the castle. It seems there's an intruder, the prince of the ones you have eaten by the hundreds. His diamonds are blue like your favorite turquoise stones."

The dragon's belly growled at the prospect of a fine meal.

"Don't be so greedy, Darenkros. I'll allow you eat an arm, but the rest must be used for weapons."

It was the usual arrangement, but no less aggravating. He spewed flames in protest.

"Stop pouting. Anger won't help us win, and we mustn't let our guards down. The prince isn't alone; he's joined by none other than the enemy of the entire empire, the famed murderer. It seems they caught wind of our plans with our esteemed customers."

Francil's words oozed with excitement, but the dragon had already stopped listening.

He was famished. He wanted to devour that prince. He wanted to quell his starvation.

Those thoughts drowned out all other stimuli as he flew.