Sirens on the rooftops wailing

People are in danger and she needs to go help, she knows that. The pieces she holds to this whole puzzle, for everyone, are far more important than any personal impulses she feels. She's always known that; more or less, it's her whole purpose in standing on her own.

And yet...

She can't leave Pneuma to hold off the entire remaining horde of monsters alone. One warrior and a handful of soldiers just won't cut it - it never does.

So Lana readies her tome, kicks the dust off her boots, and charges back in.

"Ready to take them out?"

Starbursts.