Mail/Signs of Impending Collapse... (2026-05-27)

• Sender: Fischl
• Time/Date: 2026-05-27 (During Version "Luna VII")

The audacity of the abyssal shadows, daring to place their profane hands upon the Prinzessin's most loyal kin as the sacred star descends!

Ozvaldo Hrafnavins, whose obsidian wings bearing the very weight of causality itself, shows signs of impending collapse... This is naught but a blasphemous decree cast from the rotting crevices of the abyssal disciples, and it shall be met with the arrows of eternal judgment! Yet, before the final reckoning comes, we must first restore the radiant splendor of Oz's wings.

O, Traveler from another world, summon forth at once those sages well-versed in the secret arts of obsidian plume rejuvenation to my presence. Do this, and the grace and glory of the Immernachtreich shall surely pour upon thee like the shimmering starlight.

Oz's Postscript: Please do not tax yourself with worry. Mein Fräulein has recently taken interest in cooking, though she has yet to master the delicate art of seasoning. "Excessive salt intake leads to the shedding of plumage" — or so the laws of this world dictate. I have intentionally allowed my form to reflect this "reaction" in hopes of awakening Mein Fräulein's health awareness in a world as unforgiving as this. You may also wish to know that her culinary skills still require considerable refinement. As such, do not feel compelled to finish the meal should it prove too much to bear.