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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5S4h1gcCMBcAn even darker ambience emanates throughout the cathedral as your party returns to the sacred altar. Plague doctors survey with soulless, unconditionally obedient expressions as the Lore Miser demonstrates a decidedly ominous performance for the Siren.
If the sinister melody has any effect on the Siren, she doesn't show it. Instead she remains limp, what traces of aura permeating from her weak and minuscule.
With Serena roughly tugging at your left arm and Clemont (loosely) tugging at your right, you are dragged into the foreboding chamber, and presented to the mesmerizing Miser as his recital reaches its wretched climax.
Clad only in strawberry briefs, you look on with baited breath and a cool breeze flowing through your nuts as the Miser takes a sudden sharp turn, rapidly quickening his pace, slamming keys left and right with no pattern as if lacking any method to his madness. His foreboding harmony devolves into pure discord, and just as he reaches the final note, he hesitates.
"YAAAGH!"
Before striking it fiercely with his club. 