FE8-LuteWith a flash and a blast, her flame magic singes. The revanant shreiks, a sound like door hinges.FE8-Lute
She is the Sage, mighteist of all. Against her the strongest entombed will fall.
Her purple locks following her anima strike. If you don't understand, she'll explain if you'd like.
On the monk she spies, ever so often. He's the only one who can make her soften.
All should know, that she is the best. Noone in Magvel with her can contest.
There is one thing she can't understand The thing called "love", when Artur takes her hand
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