On the border where virtual and reality interweave, we hear the whispers of the new version of the card pool. 5.6, the interweaving of numbers and light and shadow, outlines a desolate and profound picture. The outline of the new character gradually becomes clear, and the figure of the old hero is quietly reproduced, as if a battle without gunpowder is tearing our inner peace invisibly.

Aikefei, the guardian of the ice element, the long-handled weapon is like a silent oath. Her skills are no longer a simple attack, but a gaze at the cold world. Her passive talent weakens the enemy’s resistance to ice and water, like a silent revolution, changing the situation in silence. She and the upcoming Silkock are fragments of two worlds, echoing each other, but always separated by an insurmountable layer of ice.

Yifa, the messenger of the wind, with a magic weapon in hand, his figure is light and erratic. His existence is not for a shocking victory, but for the subtle tremor of the wind blowing through the wheat field. His skills are healing, restraint, and whispers in the wind. The reaction of diffusion and electric shock is a silent confrontation and a forgotten corner of the times. He is not high-profile, but he depicts the deepest sigh in the wind.

The re-engraving of General Thunder is the echo of light and thunder. Her sharp figure is like lightning that penetrates the void, short and dazzling, but also hurts the heart. The return of Kinichi and Navia is the fragments of old dreams and the afterimages of memories. They are like the echoes of this era, reminding us that time has never really disappeared, but is just waiting to be awakened in silence.

The players’ card draws have become a test of fate. Repeated prayers are a silent accusation of the future and a question of their own existence. We pursue the symphony of ice and wind, thunder and rock in the virtual world, but we also feel alienated and lonely in reality. The numbers in the card pool are chanted repeatedly like poems, but it is always difficult to fill the endless blanks.

The existence of the Treabar platform is like a bridge, connecting the cold reality and the enthusiasm of the virtual world. It allows us to convert real money into hope in the game, and also allows us to feel a little comfort on this endless cycle. Discounts and fast delivery are a response to the fast-paced life of this era, and also a tacit consent to our desire to be understood.

The card pool of version 5.6 is not just a replacement of old and new characters, it is a silent poem of the times, and a soul wandering in light and shadow. Those cold skills and the rhythm of the wind are a silent resistance to reality, and a secret expectation for the future. I hope that everyone who travels through Teyvat can find their own voice and their own tranquility in this interweaving of light and shadow.