|Type:|| Staff (Drakengard 2)|
Chakram (Drakengard 3)
- Possesses powerful magic.
- The staff of a woman once called holy.
- Divine Blood: Summons a freezing storm that clears away enemies standing in the wielder's way.
- Chapter 4, Verse 3 (Default Weapon).
- Dancer's Fury: The standard five-hit combination for all rods.
- Thunderfire: In the five-hit linear attack combination, Manah slams her staff on the ground, sending a shockwave forward.
- Headwind Blade: A good area-of-effect attack combination where Manah hits enemies up into the air and twirls her staff with her legs in a 360-degree motion.
- Tailwind Blade: In this combination, Manah runs forward and knocks the enemy into the air before performing a wide-sweeping attack with her staff.
- Template:Ring Toss
- Template:Aerial Swirl
- Template:Aerial Cyclone
- Template:Whirlwind Strike
- Template:Spinning Ring Toss
Eighteen years ago...
The girl stood alone in the dark forest. Abandoned by her mother, her longing to be loved soon turned into madness. The gods, charmed by her insanity, chose her as a tool to rule the world. Her eyes began to glow red in the darkness.
The girl with crimson eyes sent the world spiraling into chaos. The sight of the world collapsing soothed her. But the order was restored by a silent man with a sword. He took her on a journey to atone for her sins. Though she tried to look away, he forced her to face the suffering she has caused.
One day the man looked up to the sky and hatred filled his eyes. The girl wandered what had happened to make her captor so angry. Spying her opportunity, she stabbed with a knife she had hidden in her robe and threw herself into a nearby gorge...
Several years later, the girl had lost all memory of her crimes and lived in a poor village. She learned about the Knights of the Seal, who oppressed the villagers. In a strange twist of fate, the girl who brought chaos to the world took up this staff, and began to destroy the seals once more...
All I know is loss. An empty body with something great and substantial missing. I fill the hole the only why I can, and turn my eyes from the emptiness that wells up.
I know little of what I was. The curious small child. The lily-white skin. The confused expression as the question was asked: "Do the Watchers sing?"
Fear drives me forward. The darkness that laps at my feet, the fate I can never flee from. I scream out loud that I cannot let it take me. ...I cannot let it take me.
All that remains is my memory. The steely gaze that fixed itself forward through the youth and inexperience and confusion. The gaze that will someday open a new path.