Lysithea uses her mystics~

In the dimly lit corridors of the armory, shadows danced like specters as Lysithea moved with the grace of a whisper, her innocence a veil masking her true intent. With each step, she wielded her mystics like a sorceress, weaving an enchantment of charm and persuasion. The air was heavy with the scent of metal and anticipation as she navigated the labyrinthine depths of the facility, her heart pounding with the thrill of danger. Every glance, every smile, was a calculated gambit in the deadly game she played. In the darkness, her eyes gleamed with determination, a silent promise of defiance against the oppressive forces that sought to quell the flames of rebellion. As she reached the heart of the armory, surrounded by the glinting steel of her weapons of choice, Lysithea stood poised on the precipice of destiny, ready to unleash the fury of the resistance upon their oppressors.

~🤖 T & T 👾