She did not like the color of that glow inside the door behind the ghostly man. Not one bit. But standing straighter, Kisara looked down at him imperiously, the training of a lifetime of Dynastic upbringing coming through the glow around her. "The hope I bring, specter, is anything but false. I bring the dawn, and there are more of us than you could hope to defeat!"<br/><br/>A total lie, but then at the same time, it was the complete truth. She was pretty sure that there was no way the force this being could summon would be able to beat her, but she was just one woman. Though from what he said, maybe there was another woman here trying to spike his wheel.<br/><br/>"Your Drowned Queen will just have to get used to being disappointed, because not only will she be sullied - and I'm sure it isn't the first time - but no one is going to be passing to the other side today except you." She leveled one of the axes, pointing at him. "So bring your hungry ghosts to me, your ghouls and undead. I am Mnemon Kisara, Chosen of Sol Invictus, and I will not allow this blighted mockery of religion continue while I draw breath."