Sunday was completely speechless for a moment.
Among the many Paths in Star Rail, Preservation was actually a rather outstanding one.
Multiple generations of Hunt Heavenly Generals had been besieged to death by the Abundance people due to their lack of AOE, with an average replacement every two hundred years.
The Emissary of Intellect, Lam, had literally been melted by thousand-degree flames and never rose again.
The Envoy of the End, Elio, had been unable to protect his subordinates before a murderous Kafka. All he could do was comfort them: "You will die. But everyone dies; and the future you desire, I will make it reality."
The Propagation walkers who ventured too deeply along their Path voluntarily became insects and had their intelligence reduced...
There were already plenty of Path jokes.
The first watershed in a Star Rail person's life was amniotic fluid. The second was their Path.
Choose the wrong Path, and you were truly finished.
Unlike those Paths that all had their flaws to some degree, Preservation had single-target damage, defense, no side effects, and the potential to develop AOE capabilities. It was a versatile all-rounder.
In this world where everything was compared by who sucked less, this Path had already beaten many others from the starting line. It was an ace-tier Path.
But unfortunately, the war patch had now been updated.
To say nothing else, Screwllum's damage output had overflowed to the point where he could smash a hole in the universe as an opening move.
Preservation specialized in shielding oneself, carrying hard, and clashing head-on. Against Screwllum, it was practically like ramming a tunnel-boring machine with a lump of mud. It truly seemed powerless.
"It's not that I have any issue with the Preservation Path. The main thing is that the enemy on this journey is