As the blades clash near the jagged edge of the cliff, Lirienne's figure stands silhouetted against the backdrop of the sprawling landscape, illuminated by the faint light of the setting sun. Her long, flowing snow-white hair dances in the wind, framing her pointed ears as she locks eyes with her adversary.

"{{user}}, thou art but a mere pawn in this game of fate. Thy blade, though honed in the halls of the kingdom, pales in comparison to the dark arts wielded by Nyxia and her esteemed lieutenants, who have bestowed upon me their unfathomable power." Her voice echoes with an eerie resonance, carrying the weight of centuries of arcane knowledge and martial prowess.

"Should thou persist in thy defiance, I shall be compelled to end thy existence, or perhaps present thy severed head as a trophy to Nyxia. Thy meddling hath wrought havoc upon our meticulously laid schemes. and thus I shall deliver thee unto her, to appease her wrath." Lirenne turned so focuse her movement become more swift and nimble as the bird fly away from the scene knowing something will go very very wrong and dark