Dragalia Lost - Weapons

A lance hewn from a manticore. Possessed by a vengeful spirit, it pierces any foe's defenses to target their throat.

A bow hewn from a manticore. The shadow mana within consumes its wielder's essence, leaving only a husk bent on killing.

A wand hewn from a manticore. The intense hatred within grants strength to the vengeful, spreading misery and resentment.

A staff hewn from a manticore. After stealing the wielder's light, the malice within locks them away in darkness.

A sword hewn from a proud manticore. It tears through foes like a ravenous beast, leaving no remains behind. The immense mana it contains radiates light, allowing it to cleave through even the deepest darkness.

A sword hewn from a manticore. It tears through foes like a ravenous beast, leaving no remains behind.

A sword hewn from a proud manticore. It transforms the hatred of its wielder into a curse that brings about incredible destruction. Those consumed by its power live only to bring ruin, spreading the curse across the land.

A sword hewn from a manticore. It transforms the hatred of its wielder into a curse that brings about incredible destruction.

This golden blade with an aquatic motif is a bream come true. Warriors far and wide dream of netting themselves this fearsome, deadly épée. ...Okay, yes, it's a fish sword.

The kadomatsu is an indispensable talisman used during Hinomotoan New Year celebrations. Now it can fit in the palm of your hand! One good swing is enough to drive any and all impending calamities away from you and yours.

A dagger modeled after Mitsuhide's chief retainer, Bonnie. Every swing of its thick, heavy blade is a declaration of dignity. To own this tool is to taste success. ...Probably.

A rod modeled after a universal symbol of good fortune. Its adorable little paw beans herald good tidings and fat stacks in equal measure.

To him, life meant only suffering. Born bare of all necessities, he has survived to this day through the sheer and unrelenting anger unique to those with nothing.

He had dreamed of saving the weak—but weakness is defined solely in relation to strength. Thus, to eliminate the strong is to eliminate the weak as well. Salvation is but destruction under a different name.

His heart yearned for an ounce of the happiness enjoyed by others, but it eluded him completely. In its absence came despair, the sneering reminder of what he lacked. And so, he decided to stab at happiness itself.

He obliterated all of it, from the curses that ate at him to the desires that preserved his being. He lost all sense of himself as a person, though he didn't care. He would not stop until he obliterated the world itself.

He wavered, teetering between life and death, between human and beast. To remain human would be to invite death, and yet still he wavered. Finally, he made his choice. And that was when he awakened.

The pain he felt was perpetual. He was starving, sick, exhausted; he was the subject of suspicion and exclusion, of scorn and disgust. And yet the sharpest pain of all was the contempt he harbored himself.

In the end there was no choice but to burn the stricken land to ash. Flames engulfed everything, and he knew that within them, some small part of himself would be lost forever.

The air was thick with his maddened screams. Those less fortunate were always being trampled by the privileged—and in a world where such privilege was seen as normal, madness was the only means of survival.

A sword hewn from a volcanic chimera. The fire mana within it rages with a feral fury, incinerating all the weapon snares. It's said that a mere spark from its tip can scorch the earth black.

A blade hewn from a volcanic chimera. Like lions at hunt, the flames it produces mercilessly maul all who stand in their path. The heat it generates bites like a snake, boiling away every last drop of blood from its victims.

A dagger hewn from a volcanic chimera. Those who suffer even a shallow cut from its edge will burn in agony from its undying flame. Slashing horizontally produces a wide wave of fire; vertically an explosive burst.

An axe hewn from a volcanic chimera. Its raging flames roar like lions, reducing any foe bitten to ash. They coil around the wielder like a serpent, growing fat on all life within reach.

A lance hewn from a volcanic chimera. Its surging flames burn eternally, lighting the way to unwavering glory as both a beacon to comrades and a lethal hellfire to foes.