The False Prophet

The False Prophet is a Raid Event scheduled to start on April 1, 2015 at 12:00 AM (PST) and end on April 7, 2015 at 7:59 PM (PST). Was postponed by one hour and begun on April 1st, 1:00 am (PST).

Half-time reward calculation Period is from April 2nd 7:00 PM to 7:59 PM (PST).

Feature Сhanges

 * A 20-PWR & UP UR Ticket is now available from the Crystal Exchange.
 * A special super-rare Raid Boss which has 1HP and gives 25 Crystals for discovering and participation.

Raid Bosses Skill Cards

 * Hellspawn Bodyguard Ayame (UR) Anti-Raid Boss Skill Card
 * Reylon, Living Spark (UR) Anti-Hidden Raid Boss Skill Card
 * Deadly Assassin Chiyome (UR) Anti-Secret Raid Boss Skill Card
 * Power Admirer Katrin (UR) Special Evolution Card blocks Bosses attacks.

Story


You wandered aimlessly through the streets of the crowded city, mumbling apologies after bumping into other passersby, your consciousness shrouded in fog. Dragging your legs along the road as if they were made of lead, you questioned where you were and where you were going, but no answer emerged from the void in your mind.

"Hero..."

You turned towards the voice to see Yvette, but she was not her usual self, appearing drowsy by her vacant expression. She arched her eyebrows as if preparing to speak, but each time she opened her mouth, no sound emerged. Perhaps unable to find the words, she shook her head at last and said, "Never mind." Her apathetic attitude evoked faint strains of worry in your mind, but they too soon dissipated.

The city was filled with shouts of jubilation, reminding you that there was a some presently unknown holiday fast approaching. Flowers lined the walkways and doves took flight into the clear blue skies. The entire populace was in an exuberant, festive mood. It was then you realized something was amiss.

"Hey, where are we?"

Her words seem to awaken you from your stupor and you were overcome anew by malaise. There was clearly something unnatural about the situation. Glaring as you examined the people's garments, the roadside flora, and even the buildings themselves, you tried but failed to recall anything about where you were, how you arrived, or what you were doing until now.

You remembered embarking on many journeys with your fairy companion and a host of trustworthy comrades, but you could not remember the particulars of said journeys. Shivering from the chilling prospect of amnesia, you grabbed Yvette from midair and shook her tiny body, attempting to forcefully restore her senses. You had depended upon her sharp wit and judgment in the past, and hoped once again she was familiar with your current situation.

You released her and waited for a response. After standing on your palm slack-jawed for a moment, her expression hardened and she struck you between the eyes, as expected.

"You've got some nerve, you know!" she shouted, continuing her assault. Though you tried to convince her it was not the time for such trifles, she was unmoved. After the pointless exercise, the two of you looked around again, still irritable.

"So what are we doing here anyway?!"

You carelessly replied that you did not know.

...

"Everyone's so happy that I'm getting the creeps."

Still unable to comprehend the situation, you and Yvette decided to begin searching the city. Having regained your reason, you then noticed several unusual characteristics, such as how exceedingly diverse the merrymakers were. In addition, they all seemed to be holding sweet-scented confections and gamboled like children. Most of all, they seemed to be in total unison, which was unheard of even in the largest of festivals.

"What are they even celebrating? If we're supposed to be in the know, I definitely can't remember!" griped Yvette as she placed her hands on her head, shaking it in frustration.

If that sort of action could restore your memory, you would not be nearly so distressed. You re-checked your belongings, looking for some sort of hint. Nothing seemed out of place, yet nothing seemed to serve as a clue. This only caused your burden to weigh heavier.

"Hey, look over there!"

Yvette tugged on your sleeve, and you turned to look in the direction in which she was pointing. There was a lone, barefooted man in a drab cloak, with birdcages suspended from a hand. Each step of his was slow and sure. Regardless, his presence was so strong, he seemed to occupy a wholly separate plane of existence. No one else took notice of him, still inebriated by sheer ecstasy. Suddenly, his eyes met yours, and they widened with surprise.

"He sure looks different from the rest, huh?"

Nodding in response to Yvette's question, you began to consider inquiring if he was aware of the situation. However, he was the one who first took the initiative, approaching you with the gentle air of a saint.

"Salutations." He greeted you with a proper bow.

You hastily returned one of your own and he continued.

"Pardon my insolence, but you appear to be greatly troubled."

His lips formed a faint smile, and the pale glow in his eyes instilled some inexplicable respect for him in your mind. From the first words he spoke, he seemed to be inviolable.

"Something like that. We're just sorta really lost."

Yvette poked your back so the man could not see, signaling for you not to act rashly. Though he did not appear suspicious, you had met countless people in your travels. It was not unusual for one to use cunning and earn your trust before betraying it at the most inopportune moment. You decided to allow the eloquent fairy to handle speaking with the man.

"Lost? That simply will not do, least of all on this most auspicious of occasions."

"About that... Why so auspicious? We just got here so we're out of the loop."

"Ah, 'twould give reason to your bewilderment. Today is the glorious revival of an exalted saint. All you see before you are rejoicing in his return, which will usher in a new era of peace and happiness."

"The revival of a saint, huh?"

Yvette appeared skeptical. Neither the occasion nor your amnesia had any bearing on the other.

"This might be a strange question, but... where are we?"

"Mmm, this was the birthplace of the saint and, at long last, where he will return."

"That wasn't what I meant but... forget about it.

"You indeed appear to be lost."

The man crossed his arms and lowered his gaze to the ground.

"Should these problems persist during this magnificent affair..."

"Problems? As in, more than one?"

"Indeed. Though news has yet to spread, monsters have invaded our city. The soldiers are currently fending off this peril, yet..."

You and Yvette looked at each other, instantly recognizing the situation. A peaceful town beset by violent creatures. Your unexplained presence. It appeared you were merely the puppet of some larger force.

"Well, I guess we might as well. It's not like we can just ignore them or anything."

Yvette begrudgingly gave her decision.

"Does that mean you shall offer your aid?" the man asked, perplexed.

"Yes, we'll give you a hand in driving away the pests. We may be lost, but we can still fight."

"Yet I am loath to expose civilians to strife..."

"Good thing we aren't exactly civilians then. Don't worry, we'll take care of this."

Counter to the meaning of Yvette's words, she spoke with an air of reluctance. Once you had confirmed and left for the location of the encroaching monsters, the fairy grumbled about "always doing the dirty work."

...

Yvette attempted to think positively, hoping that the monsters had something to do with your memory loss. After you interjected that such expectations were far-fetched, she responded:

"Well, we don't have any other clues, so what else are we supposed to do? And I don't hear you coming up with any better ideas."

Conceding her point, you prepared for battle.

The streets lined with brutes of all sizes created an altogether different atmosphere from the one you had left behind. You did not see any injured residents, thinking perhaps they had evacuated at the start. However, the lack of a single soldier was far more concerning.

"Didn't that guy say we wouldn't be alone? Maybe everyone else got offed or ran away..."

Watching the beasts continue onward, the prospect of a simple unit fleeing from such a threat was credible.

"I guess that makes us hot stuff for not running!"

Ignoring Yvette's offhand comment, you drew your sword. As the dark wave of monsters rolled in, you could feel an angry rumble along the ground. You pushed all other nagging thoughts out of your mind, and gave yourself over to your fighting instinct.