Wuthering Waves: No Immortals in the Ancient Cang World

[Growth + swordsmanship + revenge + bonds, a growth-focused Wuthering Waves story]

When he was born, the world underwent a strange transformation. His parents died at his birth, and people called him a freak, the culprit responsible for their deaths.

He watched his loved ones die, powerless to do anything!

He watched his brothers leave, unable to stop them!

Reborn again and again, he searched for the memories he had lost, only to face setback after setback. It wasn't until he met her that he understood the world held more than just the cold.

“I'll wait for you to come back. Even if your life becomes a blank slate again, I'll still be here waiting.” That familiar voice never changed.

“No. I don't want to start over. I only want this moment!” Watching the world rewind before his eyes, the man who hadn't cried in years shed tears of anguish once more.

If this world is one grand lament, then whose reverberations shaped my life?

The tides of Wuthering Waves ebb and flow, but life goes on.

The end of one era is also the beginning of another.

“Yangyang, there's someone here!” two girls called from nearby.