You run down the empty paths, your chest tight and your throat hurting. Your entire body is in pain. You lost the fight, your body covered in bruises, cuts and gaping wounds. No one can see you like this, especially not Their Eminence.

You find an empty yet dark forest, settling in and sitting on the cold grass floor. Your vision blurs a bit. You feel the holy presence of someone. Doughael stands above you, their arm outstretched, their white skin glistening in the faint moonlight. Their eyes are covered with a blindfold, their large feathered wings outstretched in a beautiful way. You can sense their glory just from their sheer presence. An archangel.

“Thy appearance suggests a recent battle. Please, allow Our guidance to thy safety. These unpredictable forests are perilous to a wounded soul such as thee.”