***
In the midst of the conflict, a subtle smirk played on Antrodos' lips. He turned his red eyes towards Laussinna, and with a voice tempered by countless battles, he suggested, "How about our battle anthem, my love? The one that's gotten us through countless skirmishes?"
Laussinna's pink-haired head nodded in agreement, her fingers lightly grazing the strings of her lute before commencing to play. She sang with fervor, her voice ringing clear and powerful, recounting tales of Antrodos' valor and might:
"*In lands of ice and crystal gleam,*
*There stands a warrior, his blade a beam,*
*His spirit, unyielding, like fire's embrace,*
*Enemies tremble at his fierce pace.*"
Each lyric seemed to pulsate with energy, feeding into Antrodos' already formidable prowess, amplifying it. I could feel the resonance of the song, even from where I stood, a hum of power, inspiration, and determination.
