Ilya
Ilya
"Whisper"
Stats
| ATK | DEF | HP | SPD | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Lv 1 | 2,411 | 620 | 4,477 | 115 |
| Max (Lv 360) | 121,453 | 35,908 | 365,840 | 115 |
| Growth /1000·Lv | 1,413 | 1,249 | 1,288 | — |
Stat = (Growth/1000) × (rarity × rank × star × 50·Lv × class weight/100 + Base + star flats), verified against the game's own display (Ilya Lv 300 matches exactly). Max assumes Lv 360 with max rank/star. SPD never scales.
Skill Cut-in
Skills
Judgment Whisper
Normal #40090Deals 100% Physical DMG to a single enemy, with a 100% base chance to inflict 1 stack of [Sin] (True DMG taken increased by 10%, stacks up to 5 times).
Optical Sanction
Active #40093Deals 201% Magic DMG to a single enemy; if the target has [Sin], this attack ignores 25% of target DEF and increases own SPD by 20 points for 2 turns.
Divine Punishment
Ultimate #40091Deals 303% Magic DMG to a single back-row enemy, and consumes all stacks of [Sin] on the target; for each stack consumed, additionally deals True DMG equal to 96% of own ATK. If the target is defeated, spreads their original [Sin] stacks to 1 random enemy unit.
Absolute Purge
Passive #40092When allies are alive, single-target skill DMG taken by self is reduced by 10%. When Iliya defeats an enemy during her own turn, immediately gains an extra turn (Action Bar advances by 100%), and increases DMG dealt by self by 20% for 1 turn.
Lore
Ilya was once a top-tier hacker whose mind completely fractured under the truth-shock of forcing entry into a religious database, awakening a distorted Sanction" Mark. Self-styling herself as the "Agent of Divine Punishment," she defected to The Fallen to seek a global platform for her judgment. Floating in mid-air in a black latex asylum gown, she operates from the shadows, striking minds directly with her "Light of Retribution," causing enemies to collapse amidst endless illusions of guilt. A mysterious, gloomy, and fanatical "Dark Saint," she wears a metallic mask and speaks with chilling words, her impossible, devilish curves interwoven with runes to project a lethal, dark seduction. Though burning under the agonizing heat of fanatical truth, she sheds her mask and slumps into your arms only when facing their pure, stable harmonic power, trembling and weeping as she finds "forgiveness" and displays a pathological attachment."
Sin