AFK Arena · Hero

Velufira

Magicweaver

🐉Draconis💫SupportElite🔮MagicalDebuff

Draconis, Support

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HP754997

ATK57350

DEF10662

Magic Resist10662

Skills

Threadspell WaltzUltimate

Passive: Velufira weaves her arcane thread, prioritizing frontal areas with the highest concentration of allied heroes, restoring 150 Energy to herself and nearby allied heroes while dealing damage equal to 240% of her Attack Rating to nearby enemies. Active: Velufira deals 3 strikes of damage equal to 260% of her Attack Rating to all enemies while also reducing their Magic Resist by 40 points for 8 seconds and increasing the mana density within the barrier domain by 20 points.

Threadspell WaltzUltimate

Active: The damage of each strike is increased to 340% of Attack Rating.

Threadspell WaltzUltimate

Active: Destroys enemy shields.

Arcane ShroudSkill 2

At the start of battle, Velufira weaves a barrier domain that reduces the Crit Rating of enemies within it by 20 points. Every time Velufira uses an active skill, the mana density of the barrier is increased, for up to a maximum of 100 points. For every 3 points of mana density increase, the Crit Rating of the enemies is reduced by an extra 1 point.

Arcane ShroudSkill 2

Enemies within the barrier domain will have their Magic Pierce and Insight suppressed, and the suppression is not to exceed 150% of Velufira's corresponding initial attributes.

Arcane ShroudSkill 2

Enemies within the barrier domain deal 35% less damage.

Arcane ShroudSkill 2

Every time any allied or enemy hero within the barrier domain uses their Ultimate, the mana density is increased by 10 points.

Binding RestrictionSkill 3

Velufira weaves arcane threads, dealing damage equal to 360% of her Attack Rating to the enemy deepest into allied territory and Imprisoning them for 4 seconds. If a barrier domain exists on the battlefield, its mana density will be increased by 10 points.

Binding RestrictionSkill 3

Imprisonment duration is increased to 8 seconds.

Binding RestrictionSkill 3

When the mana density of the barrier domain exceeds 25 points, targets will be unable to attack or use their skills for 8 seconds.

Binding RestrictionSkill 3

For every 1 time an enemy is Imprisoned by this skill, the next strike of damage dealt by the skill will be increased by 25%. This increase can occur up to 3 times. When this skill is used, an extra 3 enemies will be targeted.

Essence of DefenseSkill 4

Velufira uses arcane thread to weave for herself Arcane Armor that absorbs damage and health loss, and the initial absorption value is 500% of her Attack Rating. When the armor is exhausted or reapplied, it deals damage equal to 80% of the initial absorption value to the enemy that has dealt the most damage. The fewer times the armor is attacked, the higher this damage will be, for up to a maximum increase of 60%. If a barrier domain exists on the battlefield, its mana density will be increased by 15 points when Arcane Armor is generated.

Essence of DefenseSkill 4

The initial absorption value is increased to 700% of Velufira's Attack Rating. When the armor is exhausted or reapplied, the damage it deals is increased to 120% of the initial absorption value.

Essence of DefenseSkill 4

The skill also weaves Arcane Armor for the 1 allied hero with the lowest percentage of health and the 1 allied hero that has dealt the highest damage, prioritizing any Draconis heroes that might be present on the battlefield.

Essence of DefenseSkill 4

Dragon's Fury is triggered when the Arcane Armor is exhausted or reapplied, releasing arcane essence around Velufira and nearby armored allies for 8 seconds. Enemies within range of the essence will take Dragonspeak Damage equal to 320% of Velufira's Attack Rating every 1 second and be unable to use their Ultimate.

Profile

Velufira stood at the center of the training ground, surveying the scorched and shattered wooden dummies around her. The sun bore down, adding to her irritation. This was the third time this week she'd left the place in ruins, and the family elders were bound to start their nagging again. She traced her fingers through the air, weaving threads of magic that shimmered like wild gusts of wind, twisting and flickering. It was the mark of her talent, the legacy her family took pride in. "You're here again." A calm voice broke the silence. Her brother, Andreas, emerged from the shadows of a nearby tree, his brows furrowed, amber eyes filled with reproach. Velufira didn't turn around. She kept playing with her magic threads, her wrist still bearing burns from yesterday's experiments—not that she cared. She knew what was coming next: another lecture about tradition, responsibility, and the suffocating rules that bound her like chains. "Defensive magic exists to protect Dragon Isle," Andreas sighed. "Our family has dedicated generations to building its barriers, shielding it from the outside world. It's not meant to be used like..." "You treat defense like a tortoise shell," she cut him off, her voice full of scorn, betraying a hint of frustration. "Do you really think hiding behind these barriers can stop our enemies? Look at the world beyond! Can't you see it's changing and advancing? Meanwhile, we cower inside this enormous barrier, counting the rules our ancestors left behind like cowards." It all started with that accident. On that day, while experimenting with a new defensive weave, Velufira accidentally reversed the casting sequence. The gentle defensive magic she was supposed to create inverted itself, binding and crushing a training dummy in an instant. The mistake took root in her mind, growing into an idea that upended everything she thought she knew about magic. "I'm just exploring a different form of defensive magic," she said, lifting a hand. The soft threads coiled around her fingertips tensed, hardening into razor-sharp light. A boulder nearby split apart, sending shards flying and several landed on Andreas, dusting his cloak with debris. This, she thought, is what power should be. Not just something to contain, but something to unleash. Days turned into weeks, and the elders of the family grew more exasperated every time they saw her, as if she was some sort of heretic. They called her arrogant and said she was squandering her unique gift for defensive magic. Some even warned that if she continued down this path, she would bring disaster upon the Draconis faction. But Velufira couldn't forget that moment of revelation and the raw force she had unleashed. Her room was cluttered with old tomes and stacks of notes, her fingers numb from constantly experimenting, her research as relentless as their outdated dogma. In her family, mastery of defensive magic was the highest measure of a mage's ability. Every few decades, a grand trial took place, offering the younger generation a chance to demonstrate their abilities and secure their standing. It was more than just a competition; it was a path to power and recognition. Velufira was determined to prove her theories. She believed her innovations could elevate their defensive magic to new levels. But during the trial, the magic she hadn't fully mastered spiraled out of control. The threads, designed to strengthen defense, lashed out like untamed stallions, binding her opponent with such force that the unleashed energy even sliced through his dragon scales. Instead of admiration, her demonstration sparked outrage. The elders' disapproval turned into condemnation, with some even calling for her exile. In the end, it was Andreas who stood against them all, stopping her from being banished. But the price was steep—Velufira was placed in harsh confinement, locked away for an indefinite period. "Velufira," Andreas said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "You know what you must do." In the pitch-black confines of her prison, she had no choice but to reflect. Reckless ambition had led to a great catastrophe. Inspiration was only valuable when wielded with precision, not desperation. A faint glow flickered at her fingertips. She began weaving again, refining her technique. This time, instead of rushing, she listened to the pulse of each arcane thread. She would train, practice, and perfect her craft until her fingers bled, and until the magic responded to her will with absolute obedience. "What are you doing?" Andreas asked on one of his patrols. "Improving it," she replied curtly. "Making it stronger. And controllable." Not long after, war broke out against the Hypogeans. The Draconis returned to the continent of Hathor, joining the battle. And when Velufira finally stepped out of her confinement, she did so with magic unlike anything her kin had ever seen. This time, the voices that once sought to cast her out fell silent. The arcane threads once used by her family to create rigid defensive barriers had transformed. Now, they were flowing blades, a deadly dance. This new magic, which upended the very idea of defense, opened up countless possibilities on the battlefield and showed her people a different kind of defensive magic. Her innovation was no longer considered heresy, but a beacon lighting the way forward. "You've never been content to follow the rules, always trying to do something different," Andreas said after the battle, sitting beside her, watching the blood-red sunset. "It reminds me of my younger days, when I felt like the whole world was holding me back." Velufira smiled. "But in the end, you chose to protect tradition." "And you chose to change it," Andreas replied. "That's destiny... someone has to walk a different path." Without a word, Velufira gazed into the distance, letting the wind gently graze the scales on her exposed skin. The distant horizon seemed like a boundary, waiting to be broken. This world is like that; either you follow the tide, or you fight against it. She chose the latter, and never looked back. For she knew that true inheritance wasn't about clinging to the past, but transcending it, growing through challenges. Her rebellion and perseverance would eventually become the Draconis' newfound power.