SvettaK92

Okay! So, aside from deciding which party members you use and how you deploy them, a big part of the progression in this game is via those characters Stigmata. These are alien crystal brands engraved onto a Trancewalker's brain, which resonate with mental energies to a) boost the Mamazonian mind control signal, and b) enhance their physical powers and abilities directly proportional to their mental states. Through inserting purer or bigger crystals into a character's Stigmata, you can massively boost their overall performance. In short, the Dominion's tech is all powered by mental energies; it works because everyone believes it works, and the same logic applies to Stigmata, Fire Crystals make you stronger because that idea is burrowed into your subconscious. Defeating Trancewalkers involves shattering their Stigmata which both breaks them free of the Mamazonian control, and drops Crystal Fragments, which you then save up and combine together to make Crystals to boost your party

“Jeez, Yui”, Aihara chuckled, “take it easy?” Yui Michimiya had practically launched herself over the guardrail in celebration at Karasuno’s latest kill – a feint from that little guy who kept jumping around had caught even Shiratorizawa’s freaky-good ‘Guess Monster’ out, and something as simple as a setter dump had managed to slip the ball under their guard and down onto the Shiratorizawa side of the court…barely. The guy had somehow noticed his mistake and changed direction midair, and for a second it had looked as if he’d manage to swing a leg out far enough to keep the ball in the air… The elation from the Karasuno side when the familiar squeak of the ball against the gym’s floor had erupted throughout the audience, and if not for Aihara’s hand tugging at the back of her friend’s shirt, Yui may well have taken a tumble over the railings and joined them down on the court! “Ehe…sorry…” the Karasuno Volleyball Captain (girls team) sighed, sinking back into her chair. “B-But for the

“Hmm…” Mei Hatsume’s brow creased with a thoughtful little frown. The crowd in the hallway outside Class 1A had long since dispersed. After the stir caused by the little scuffle between that angry fellow and the student from Class B, the incident at the USJ the day prior had been largely reduced to a not-particularly-distant memory, and whatever questions anybody clustered in the hall had had had mostly been answered. The mob had scattered, scurrying off to avoid being late to their own classes…and her Assistant had remained frozen in place, totally catatonic and apparently oblivious to the world around him. His face was locked in a permanent smile, his eyes wide and unblinking…if not for his constant trembling, she might have thought he’d suddenly awakened to a self-petrification Quirk and accidentally turned himself to stone. …or perhaps some kind of Quirk that allowed his spirit to leave his body…was he lurking in ghostly form somewhere nearby, frantically trying to figure out