[ Smiling cruelly, she mutters thanks in ancient Greek before calling forth an army of wraiths and poltergeists that begin to lay waste to the things not being tended to by the king. There's a palpable chill to the air with their added presence, and on more than on occasion, the Goddess herself attacks, though by no means no visible to Noct other than the fiends howls and shakes, as Mel cracks their minds. ]
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[ Smiling cruelly, she mutters thanks in ancient Greek before calling forth an army of wraiths and poltergeists that begin to lay waste to the things not being tended to by the king. There's a palpable chill to the air with their added presence, and on more than on occasion, the Goddess herself attacks, though by no means no visible to Noct other than the fiends howls and shakes, as Mel cracks their minds. ]