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- 进入Grievous Lady后，游戏将自动进入HARD模式。回忆率槽会转为一个拥有 100HP 的血槽，每流失（LOST）一个 note 血槽会减 9HP，当HP为0后，自动 Track Lost。
在符合以上先决条件时，游玩Axium Crisis至 85.701s 到 85.999s 之间，游戏会判定是否满足解锁条件，如条件满足则触发异象效果。
- 角色等级为6~10级时，血条应高于固定数值，计算公式为 130 - 6 × 等级
- 角色等级为11~20级时，血条应高于固定数值，计算公式为 120 - 5 × 等级
- Clear后即可解锁PST难度的Grievous Lady。
- 若中途 Track Lost，则会根据游玩进度/水平获得10～35%不等的解锁进度。解锁进度达到 100% 后即可解锁 PST 难度的Grievous Lady。
- 在双蛇休息段（大约在第609、610个note处）之前回忆率达到一定数值以上（之前有表示 90%）。
- 有报告表明如果对立的等级高的话，强制转入Grievous Lady（PRS）所需的回忆率可能会减少。
- Clear后即可解锁PRS难度的Grievous Lady。
- 若中途 Track Lost，则会根据游玩进度/水平获得5～23%不等的解锁进度。解锁进度达到100%后即可解锁PRS难度的Grievous Lady。
在符合以上先决条件时，游玩Axium Crisis的FTR难度时达到下列条件后，游戏会被强制转入Grievous Lady（FTR）。
- 有报告表明，全部以 4,400,000 左右的分数中途 Track Lost 的情况下，有32次解锁了3%，2次解锁了2%，在34次游玩后达成 100% 解锁。
- Clear后即可直接解锁FTR难度的Grievous Lady。
- 若中途 Track Lost，则会根据游玩进度/水平获得5～15%不等的解锁进度。解锁进度达到100%后即可解锁FTR难度的Grievous Lady。
Perhaps she should have worried, because her heart was suddenly in pain.
She drew back, covered her mouth, and her eyes went wide in confusion. She had been standing on the floor of a gigantic and bitter maze that doubled as a tower, but she now began to fall to her knees. Before she hit the ground, the structure began to break and fall first.
The memories of sorrowful days that she had gathered came around her like a cloak, the tower's memories turned from a falling slow rain into a downpour. She and the maze fell like stones, and although she should have been terrified to drop so far and so fast, all she could feel was confusion.
She splashed down into a sea of the fragmented happiness of other worlds. The waves she and the crashing labyrinth caused were immense. Glass pushed against glass in a way that could be described as both ugly and beautiful, and she knelt at the center of that storm.
She was confused because she was hurting. Everything hurt. Her heart was bursting. The cloak of memories that she'd collected turned into a grotesque sphere and surrounded her. The world of white disappeared from her vision, leaving only horrible things. Heaving, sweating, and trembling, she looked into the glass, into the Arcaea, deeply. And as she came to realize that her heart was breaking,
That her sanity was breaking,
The memory of the end of the world that she'd seen earlier slowly drifted into view.
The girl had felt many emotions since her waking into the white and ruined world. Mostly, she'd felt anger, but she'd been able to turn that anger into a strange sort of hope. True, she didn't have much of a plan. In fact, she was only walking forward because she believed at the end of her steps there would be something good. She had hope. She was certain that this chaos was leading into light. She was certain that the torments she was facing, that the horrors she was holding, could be completely shattered.
Yes, she was emotional. She felt so strongly that when faced with the idea that no, in fact, nothing had a purpose...she began to suffer.
The cruelest fate is to have hope and see it crushed before your eyes. And so the girl sat on her knees in a malformed circle of death, looking at a world coming to its end. This was the first time she had felt the emotion of sadness, and it was quickly turning into despair.The world of Arcaea was a pointless world. It was the manifestation of worlds gone. It had no substance, only the reflections of such. Even the glowing and joyful memories she had sometimes encountered on her way were still only memories of the past. Like night comes after day, they had to have led into the end she now saw spinning slowly in the air before her. Her eyes welled with tears.
She had felt so much since waking up.
She'd felt joy. Joy left her.
She'd felt felt fear. Fear left her.
Anger left her.
Hope left her.
Even sadness and despair now left her.
Her eyes went dark and she could feel resonance with the glass. The shell of memories around her began to crack and split open. She emerged from it and stood in the blinding light, and couldn't feel anything at all.
Like an ocean stained with oil, the memories of a cursed labyrinth and the memories she had brought with her all fell and muddled into the soothing glass around her. Most of them churned into a gray mass, some would suddenly jut up from the ground like spikes. She went still, and slowly looked over every shard, just...counting them. Even when memories came shooting up sharply near her eyes, she continued to count.
Eventually she lifted a finger, beckoning some of the shards toward her. And, with a simple thought, the fragments came together in the shape of a fragile butterfly. She commanded it into the sky, to reflect the world of white, and when it came down again to tell her what it had seen, with a simple thought she slowly tore off each of its wings, and let it fall into nothing. Then, she walked forward from the corrupted sea, willing each pillar of lost time that entered her path to explode and shatter.
Time passed. She changed.
She no longer sought to collect memories. She walked through the world mostly absently. She discovered things about it and about herself, but she had no ambitions.
Now she walked beside an old and crumbling building, twirling a parasol she had found in the ruins some day. Silently, a creature formed of glass reflecting bitter days glided down toward her from the sky. It resembled a glistening and jagged crow, and it was something she considered no more than a tool. After that day at the now-fallen tower, she'd become more in-tune with the chaotic Arcaea and was able to call upon things like this. In its own way, it whispered to her of places beyond her reach in the blinding white world. Glaring at it, she had it burst and fall apart, and she moved on.
These crows of hers sickened her with news. The world was empty, that's all they said. That she knew. She'd never find anyone else here.
She wanted to. She needed to. But, it was not because she hoped to have someone to share her fate with.
She needed to let this frustration out on something alive. She needed someone to hurt.
- Grievous Lady - Team Grimoire vs Laur（SoundCloud - 专辑内试听）