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The illusion that masked Ciradyl's identity faded as her voice boomed across the rolling desert wastes. Each sweet note projected above the chorus of gunfire and clang of metal. Mint-green eyes hovered over Izayoi as she continued, knowing she should have done this from the start.  Perhaps, then, the result wouldn't have been more favorable. Her throat strained against the harsh heat and dryness of the desert, but that was her struggle in this fight. Gusts of wind blew from Ciradyl's direction and kicked up sand into the air as her song began to envelop Team Kirin. Everyone wrapped in its embrace would feel stronger, faster, and reinvigorated as the notes rejuvenated them. However, its effects were directly tired to her performance and would cease immediately should she stop. That was why as she headed into the chorus, she poured her heart into every syllable.

Ciradyl hated the Revenant for the suffering it wreaked on Opsrey, and for the would-be rebels she fed Valheim to gain their influence and trust. She detested the Revenant and Valheim had forced her to such extreme measures to ensure the future of the nation she loved. Most of all, fury coursed through her at the thought it might take away the last precious thing to her. This was all or nothing. They had to eliminate the Revenant here and now. 

She positioned herself behind the frontline of the group at a safe distance, continuing her serenade. It was her gift from the gods and it had gone unused for far too long. It was up to the rest of the party to utilize it and bring victory.