The Last Dance
The radiant crystals, ever shattering and reshaping, beckon you into a treacherous dance, a gamble where life is the wager. Cortado, cortado... relentlessly draw each other in until all we can hear are our quivers. When the crimson finale arrives, remember, death comes for all.
| Rarity | ★★★★★ |
| Type | Pistols  |
