Kirai stared at the flames of her own making. Inside it she could just make out the letter from Benihime, it had told her that she was needed. The Old Gods had returned, and in doing so had wiped out most of Benihime's forces. Her thoughts turned to her lover, as her eyes drifted off towards the Great Temple. "What comes may bring despair unless I stand in its way." she muttered. Golden eyes narrowed in thought, as lists upon lists on what she would need to wage the campaign, drifted through that sharp mind.

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