Inspires dread in those who look upon it. Signature Item Item: The Spirit Orb Ī cursed orb containing a trapped spirit. Restores 25% health when dealing damage and gradually restores health after the ability has finished.Įngraving Abilities Unlock Level (Eternal Engravings)Īrena of Heroes, Legend's Challenger Tournament, Legends' Championship, Heroes of Esperia: MP +6.08 ATK +10% The time the enemy is prevented from attacking is extended (time extension based on Shemira's HP).Ĭrit Rating increases up to an additional 30% (based on Shemira's HP).ĭamage is increased up to 90%. 100% of ability's total damage is converted into health.ĭamage is increased by up to 55% and gradually increases over time.ĭamage is increased by up to 130%. Shemira's damage can be increased by up to 30%.ĭamage is increased by up to 80%. Shemira deals more damage the more health she possesses. Shemira deals 100% damage to a magic based enemy and simultaneously prevents them from casting any abilities for several seconds. Shemira continuously leeches an enemy's life to restore her own which deals 45% damage every 0.5 seconds. 50% of all damage caused by this ability will be converted into health that heals Shemira. Souls of the dead spiral around Shemira causing continuous damage to nearby enemies over a duration of 12 seconds. “Don't pretend to care about something you're not willing to die for.” Skills Shemira Unlock Level (Hero) When she awakened, she had found a kind of happiness she never thought she'd feel again. She drifted into what felt like a heavy sleep, content in the reassuring presence of the ones she needed most. She gave Niru a simple, short command and felt a sharp coldness spread through her chest and into her limbs. She relayed this to Niru, who explained that the only way to be truly reunited was to cross through the veil of death and rejoin them on the other side. She would never let any ill befall the boy again. She still knew what this meant for her, however. A mix of awe, horror, and relief was pulling at each corner of her mind, threatening to tear it apart. First came a hand, rising through the dirt, then the pallid face and more until finally her son, or some form of him, stood before her. She could feel tiny vibrations from the ground, as if something was disturbing the soil underneath the surface. The ground in front of her began to swell. “Prove it” she forced out from between gritted teeth. If there was somehow some chance, she would have to be strong enough to take it. She didn't want to listen, but it was impossible. The thought that it might wink out terrified her more than anything. How could Daimon possibly be saved at this point? A glimmer of hope had been placed in front of her from nowhere. “Why are you here?” She grimaced and tears flooded down her cheeks when she heard the answer. Where could she begin? Exhaling slowly, she chose the one question that really mattered. There was so much to say, so much to ask. She froze, recognizing the voice as that of her late husband. She couldn't locate the source of the voice, but it seemed to be right next to her. One day as she sat beside the grave, watching the last weak rays of sunlight kiss her son's name carved in the stone, she heard her name. She stopped taking food more often than not, and her face became hollow, her expression blank. She began spending almost every waking hour next to the grave of her son, sometimes filling the cemetery with a haunting wail, sometimes staring trancelike at the headstone for hours on end. There was no longer any reason to go about her days as she had before. After his burial, she felt as if she had nothing left to live for. She did everything she could, calling on all the best remaining physicians of Esperia and keeping vigil with silent prayers at the child's bedside. Had Niru been present, Shemira was sure that he could've done something. It wasn't long after Niru's execution that the fevers took hold on her boy, Daimon. Niru had left her alone to care for their son in an uncaring world. Her love soured such that when his execution came, she felt more anger than sadness. Her husband had been a renowned healer, but her adoration and respect for him had gone out the window when she heard about the horrific acts of which he'd been accused. This was Shemira in the final months of her life. Background Ī soul forged in sorrow with nothing left to her in the world. Helpful but incredibly pessimistic, even more so since dying. 8 How to use Shemira on the Battlefield.
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