As Lyan's grip tightened around his sword and the flames of his rage threatened to consume him, a faint sensation of a gentle hand holding him back caressed his consciousness. Simultaneously, ethereal voices echoed within the depths of his mind, a chorus of wisdom and caution.
"You might be capable, or even more than capable, of defeating them and the Duke, but I believe it won't be a wise course of action, Lyan," whispered the soothing voice of Hestia, her words contained calculation and value of a great spirit.
Arturia's regal tone resonated with unwavering authority, "It is unwise to do so, indeed. Consider the consequences carefully, master."
Lilith's voice interjected, a gentle lilt smoothing the tumult within Lyan's thoughts, "Calm down, master. Rash actions will not lead to the outcome you desire the most."
