[ La Pucelle owes Dreamer Torch more than merely a thank-you. She owes him a great debt, and must repay it in all haste....
Once Junna is safe. A flock of doves made of light join Dreamer Koi in pecking away bits of tomato. She's going...to protect her friend....! She promised Lisa....!
And through it all, she continues to sing, bolstering everyone but the Giraffe's spirits (and, in the case of her party, their stats). ]
Our sacred sword is the crystallization of Angelic dreams that cannot be described in words In a single swing that desired repose, it cut through The clouds and became a sun of white light Now, vanish… along with our pain...!
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Once Junna is safe. A flock of doves made of light join Dreamer Koi in pecking away bits of tomato. She's going...to protect her friend....! She promised Lisa....!
And through it all, she continues to sing, bolstering everyone but the Giraffe's spirits (and, in the case of her party, their stats). ]
Our sacred sword is the crystallization of
Angelic dreams that cannot be described in words
In a single swing that desired repose, it cut through
The clouds and became a sun of white light
Now, vanish… along with our pain...!