Lisaera, the Ancient Crone takes a malevolent Sigil of the Ouroboros in Her hands.
Lisaera, the Ancient Crone grips the Sigil tightly, a look of disgust upon Her face.

Galaphyrae links hands with you and the other members of the coven, forming a sacred circle.
You join Galaphyrae in a ceremony to bless this location to Spirit Moon. Soft silvery light suddenly sparkles through the air.

Lisaera, the Ancient Crone raises Her hands with the Sigil held in between, holding it high above Her.
Swirls of streaking winds whip up around the Moonhart Mother Tree, gathering around Lisaera as She begins to glow a bright silver.
A flash of intense light hits Her, focusing on the twisted Sigil, which seems to writhe uncontrollably in Her grasp.
Lisaera closes Her eyes and whispers one soft word, which reverberates throughout Her body and into the surrounding area. The Sigil suddenly cracks.
Lisaera begins to wield a glimmering Sigil of a broken Ouroboros in Her left hand.

Nejii Talnara, Heir to Kiakoda says, "It was surprisingly vigorous for a sigil."

Lisaera, the Ancient Crone says, "It is the mark of an Elder God."

Galaphyrae strokes a pair of bracers of midnight blue, traced with silver scrollwork tenderly.

Lisaera, the Ancient Crone says, "More than metal makes up its substance."

Seeker of the Moon, Gregori Mes'ard says, "The mark of a Traitor."
Gregori spits on the ground in disgust.

Lisaera nods Her head sagely.

Seeker of the Moon, Prisch says, "Traitor?"

Nejii Talnara, Heir to Kiakoda says, "Well, I hope that struck at Him in some small way then."

Dedicant Nerra Natsurei, Builder of Hope says to Prisch, "I'll explain later."

Saran smiles softly at a graceful skysilver amulet of clarity.
Comprehension flashes across Prisch's face.
Prisch nods her head at Nejii.
Vulpes stares blankly into space.

Nejii Talnara, Heir to Kiakoda smiles and says, "Good to see, at any rate."

Nerra nods her head in agreement.

Lisaera, the Ancient Crone holds up a hand.

Seeker of the Moon, Gregori Mes'ard looks skeptical and says, "I hope it hits
Him where it hurts... if He has such a place."

Swinging Her arm back, Lisaera throws the Sigil in a blazing streak up into the sky.

A blazing silver orb streaks across the skies from the Serenwilde, smoking slightly with green smoke as it lands in the centre of Magnagora with a thunderclap.

The corners of Shojir's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.
Renalla gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
A wry smile spreads across Akui's face.
Thernial ponders the situation.
Nerra's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Saran smiles softly.
Astrasia smirks.
Gregori snickers softly to himself.
Nejii hums a happy tune.
Utterly entranced, Elyonne emits a long "Ooooh."
"Oooooooooh!" Vulpes says, eyes wide with wonder.
Unblooded Thernial Car'vier says, "That looked like it could have hurt a few
people."

Lisaera nods solemnly.
A shower of silver light swirls around the form of Lisaera, before She
disappears with a flash.

Unblooded Thernial Car'vier says, "Couldn't happen to a nicer bunch."