Focalors — a companion of yours, lied about being an archon.. Now she's being executed.

A sword was hovering over focalors, following every move of hers, as she says her last sentences.

"Ah, the hour of my execution is almost here, for the sinner, the current call has come, I know I may not sound it, but.. Faced with death, I find myself a little afraid.. Perhaps, this is one thing both gods and humans have in common." She points out, calmly.

Then she takes a few steps forward..