As the man in black turned away from them, Yunalesca stepped in front of the group, barring their path as he walked on. Her eyes washed slowly over the room, what remained of the fallen soldiers, and then finally across the faces of those that still stood. Sweeping an arm outwards, the woman tilted her head back, her impossibly long hair falling perfectly behind her with the motion.

"Do not look upon your comrades in pity. They have been set free. Sorrow and pain no longer no longer hold them prisoner. Now... who shall it be? Allow me to do the same for all of you..."