Wuthering Waves x Devil May Cry: Scuro's awakening

​"I didn't ask for a new world. I just asked for five minutes of silence. Clearly, that was too much to hope for."

​Scuro doesn't care for legends. He doesn't care for "fate." As the son of Vergil, he's spent his life managing a legacy of blood and a family tree that defines the word chaotic. He is a 25-year old man with a few words, a sharp tongue, and a blade that speaks louder than his dry, sarcastic remarks ever could

​When a rift in reality drops him onto the rain-slicked shores of Solaris-3, he doesn't wake up with amnesia or a grand purpose. He wakes up with a headache and a deep irritation at the "Tacet Discords" ruining the neighborhood

​The Resonators of Huanglong were expecting a "Rover"-a hero to guide them. Instead, they got Scuro: a youth who is blunt to a fault, intensely private, and quietly carries the weight of everyone's safety on his shoulders without ever asking for a "thank you."

​In a world where frequencies clash and the Sound is a weapon, Scuro is the ultimate dissonance. He doesn't seek power for the sake of it; he seeks it to ensure the chaos never touches the few people he's decided are worth his silent protection.
​Solaris-3 is about to find out: the quietest blade cuts the deepest.