Line 3 is composed of 13 total Stations. Ten of these Stations offer highly difficult encounters based on enemies encountered in Canto V, as well as 3 new Abnormalities previously only encounterable in Mirror Dungeon events.
There are also three non-combat Stations intermittently placed in the Line which act as rest points. Here, Identities can be healed or revived. Any Identities with negative SP will have their SP reset to 0. The Identity and E.G.O loadout can also be modified at these Stations.
Unlike in previous Refraction Railway Lines, any changes made to an Identity or E.G.O's level or Uptie/Threadspin Tier after stating a run is reflected on the active team in the Railway.
The rank of a run is determined by the total turns taken to complete the Railway.
I can hear the metal cogwheels turning and creaking. Something heavy and massive seems to be taking a step with every teeth that click into each other.
An opaque, shimmering wave crashes unto us. Perhaps its countless emotions, all of it lodged into its back, is reminiscent of that shimmering. Silently yet ponderously, it crashes unto us.
A nostalgic sight appears before us. The scene seems to beckon us—perhaps it brings out in us a faint remembrance of the past. Some Sinners appear rather distraught… This time, we’ll have to approach it with our weapons drawn.
Station #4: Interlude
REST STOP
[Refraction Rate: ??%]
A heavy noise echoes once. The teeth on the cogwheel click into one another—tick, tock, then it comes to a stop with a heavy grating noise. The cogs will begin to turn again as soon as we exit this place. Let’s prepare ourselves before moving to the next stop.
We’ve gone through this salty scent of the sea before. The one who painfully bears the multitude of filth, salt, and other similar things within it awaits us there.
An odd, miasmatic scent of a burning candle fills this place. In it is the one who seeks the truth. Its massive eyes roll about to capture every little detail and knowledge. It would be best that we stop it from consuming more knowledge before the flames of truth begin burning.
The heat from the flaming sunset can be felt all the way from here. A mere brush against its flames will burn everything to ashes, but its fiery embrace may be a warmth that cannot be found anywhere else. The potential, born again from the flames, gently beckons us.
Station #8: Interlude
REST STOP
[Refraction Rate: ??%]
A heavy noise echoes once. The teeth on the cogwheel click into one another—tick, tock, then it comes to a stop with a heavy grating noise. The cogs will begin to turn again as soon as we exit this place. Let’s prepare ourselves before moving to the next stop.
They crawl down and appear before us, those whose hearts were painted over. They are pallid, whiter than white. What were their colors before something painted over them and turned them into empty canvases?
If there are those whose hearts are painted, then there is one who paints hearts. When the train comes to a stop, I can see from a distance a confident figure. She is flanked by her followers. She stands as though to greet us, to paint over our hearts as well. Then we will meet her with our weapons drawn.
I thought we had defeated her in the previous Station, but… The one who paints hearts had only grown even more hideous. She is no longer flanked by her followers, yet… it feels as though they are now within her. We mustn’t let ourselves be distracted by the flickering, dancing flames on her weapon arm. Focus on her instead.
Station #12: Interlude
REST STOP
[Refraction Rate: ??%]
A heavy noise echoes once. The teeth on the cogwheel click into one another—tick, tock, then it comes to a stop with a heavy grating noise. The cogs will begin to turn again as soon as we exit this place. Let’s prepare ourselves before moving to the next stop.
We emerge from the long tunnel and arrive at the Terminus; there lies the land of gold. I can hear an odd, metallic noise echoing from the distance. It’s not the kind of metallic noise that makes one shudder, but the sound digs deep under our skin. We have to finish this fight before this twisted and formless sensation scrambles our brains.
