The dining hall of the Syndicates was eerily silent, the usual clatter of cutlery and chatter replaced by a heavy blanket of grief. Each member of the Sisterhood sat with bowed heads, their hearts heavy with the loss of their fallen sister, Jessa. The air hung thick with sorrow, the weight of their mourning palpable.
But amidst the somber atmosphere, a faint melody began to rise. Soft at first, like a whisper in the wind, it grew in strength and unity until the entire room was filled with the haunting strains of a funeral song.
Mara's smoky alto rose in lament:
"Rise from ashes, our phoenix,
Let your flames guide us through the night."
Zelda's rich contralto echoed in promise:
"Your eternal light burns within us,
Leading the way in this fight."
The Syndicates sang:
"Our voices lifted in chorus
Will redeem every promise made.
Your death not be in vain, sister,
Our vision never will fade."
