In the dimly lit country of Nata, the fire god Mavica came quietly. The “Thousand Sun Flames” in her hand is not an exaggerated divine weapon, but a warm existence, with the breath of fire, like the red lanterns on the top of the city.

Her ordinary attack is simple but powerful. She swings the sword four times, like a hawker shouting in the alleys of old Beijing, with a steady rhythm but without losing the charm. When hitting hard, the sword seems to split the wind under the eaves, with a bit of market atmosphere. When attacking downward, the flames fall from the air, like the warm sunshine in winter on the stone road.

“The Moment of Name” is her skill. The ring of burning stars spins around her body, like the flame ring of street lion dance, jumping joyfully. The flame chariot in the form of a wheeled vehicle is like the speeding rickshaw at the entrance of the alley in the old city, shuttling between the bustle and the quiet.

With the blessing of Night Soul, Mavica is not only the God of Fire, but also a little person who silently sticks to her duties, guarding her own light in the storm. The elemental explosion “When the Sky Burns” is like a grand firework, lighting up the night sky and warming people’s hearts.

Her passive talent and constellation are the footprints of her journey, and every bit of it has real warmth.

Treabar is the small shop behind her, silently supporting her and letting her story continue to spread in this virtual world.

Mavica, in her flame, there is the tenacity and hope of ordinary people.