Whispers of the Wind: Preparing for Saber's Tempest in Honkai: Star Rail 3.4

I stand amidst the digital cosmos, feeling the electric tingle of anticipation as whispers of Saber's arrival swirl like stardust through the Astral Express corridors. Her imminent presence in Version 3.4 isn't just another character release—it's a gathering storm promising to reshape battlefields with gale-force precision. My fingers hover over the navigation panel, tracing imaginary paths through Jarilo-VI's frost-kissed mines where fragments of her future power await collection. Like chasing a mirage in the desert of Penacony, this pre-farming ritual balances exhilarating promise against the trembling uncertainty of beta-test alterations. HoYoverse's ever-shifting sands could swallow my preparations whole, yet the siren song of unleashing her full potential at dawn's first light keeps me mining through the void.

The Tempest's Core Resonance

Her rumored mechanics unfold in my mind like origami birds taking flight—each fold revealing new dimensions of destruction. That astronomical 360-Energy Ultimate should be impossible... yet they say she wields self-renewing energy gimmicks that function like clockwork hummingbirds, their wings restoring power with each precise movement. Core Resonance stacking becomes my midnight meditation; I visualize chaining abilities into symphonies where every note fuels the crescendo. When she finally arrives, mastering her rhythm will feel like catching lightning in a silk net—both electrifying and terrifyingly delicate. Wind DPS supremacy dangles before us like forbidden fruit from Qliphoth's tree, her offensive stats promising to shred enemies into cosmic confetti.

Ascension: Gathering the Gale's Fragments

The leaked material list glows on my screen—a treasure map leading through familiar battlefields:

Material	Source	Quantity
Thief's Instinct	Voidranger enemies	65
Usurper's Scheme	Calyx (Golden)	42
Conqueror's Will	Simulated Universe	28
Glass of Besotted Era	Stagnant Shadow: Gloam	15

Antimatter Legion foes now feel like old acquaintances; each Voidranger dismantled drops shards of Saber's foundation. That bittersweet Glass of Besotted Era calls me to Penacony's theater district—its melancholic glow haunts my farming sessions like abandoned stage lights after the final curtain. These common materials whisper of intentional design, perhaps welcoming Fate pilgrims with open arms.

Trace Materials: Weaving the Hurricane's Tapestry

Here lies the true test of devotion. Borisin Teeth and Moon Rage Fangs demand pilgrimages to Scalegorge Waterscape's crimson buds—a grind so monumental it transforms into Zen meditation. I've become a clockmaker disassembling time itself, synchronizing daily routines with Assignment dispatches and Crimson Calyx rotations:

• Destruction Materials (Calyx Crimson)

• Borisin Teeth ×65

• Lupitoxin Sawteeth ×54

• Moon Rage Fang ×72

• Weekly Boss Drops (Doomsday Beast)

• Destroyer's Final Road ×12

• Special Items

• Tracks of Destiny ×8

These quantities loom like tidal waves—each farming session another stitch in the tapestry of her power. That Doomsday Beast confrontation has become my weekly liturgy; its roars now soundtrack my dreams. And oh, those Credits... 3 million glittering pieces flowing through my hands like hourglass sand, vanished into the void of progression.

The Gambler's Eclipse

Each Thief's Instinct gathered feels like planting seeds in frozen soil—will HoYoverse's spring thaw nurture or obliterate them? Honey Hunter's leaks shimmer with unstable potential, as likely to evaporate as morning dew on the Luofu. Yet I press onward, because preparing for her is already a sacred ritual. The Omni-Synthesizer hums its mechanical lullabies while credit farming transforms into hypnotic rhythm games.

The Unfurling Storm

When her gacha banner finally dawns, will my stockpiles bloom like sakura in Xianzhou, or crumble like forgotten ruins? This anticipation thrums in my veins—a living thing perched between faith and folly. They say she'll revolutionize Wind teams, but right now, she's already rewritten my daily constellations. Perhaps that's the true magic: not the destination, but the starlit path we walk while whispering to winds yet unborn.