(Serefía, seconds before Desmond's group returns)
A six-winged figure stood in the middle of an artificial clearing painted blood red. The figure lay calmly in a meditative pose, with its six wings fully spread, spanning dozens of meters of space. In the entity's hands rested two resplendent-looking objects.
As if sensing something or becoming aware of something beyond its surroundings, the figure opened its eyes, revealing that ever-existing intense sunlight in them. The entity left its meditative pose and stretched its perfect figure with almost hypnotic grace.
With a snap, the objects in her hands disappeared as if they had never been there in the first place. The figure, a woman with white hair and six wings, placed a hand on the center of her chest and spoke to herself.
"Just in time. I can finally get rid of this horrible thing and return to where I belong."
