The entrance to the ossuary opens revealing a dark and large room decorated with bones. With each ends of the room having censers equally parted from one another

As you enter, the Entrance closes behind and one of the censers in the center of the right of the room ignites.

From the swirling smoke of the censer, a figure begins to take shape—a woman, bare and wreathed in flickering flames, her hair igniting like a burning dawn. The air shudders with an unseen force as embers coil around her form, weaving together into flowing ceremonial robes, their golden edges glowing with sacred fire. In her grasp, the Severed Right Eye of the Traitor twists and elongates, reshaping into a curved, merciless scythe. Her gaze, distant yet piercing, settles upon the living, a silent omen of judgment.

She gracefully descends down before she hovering 1 ft from the ground. She readies her scythe, for her first strike will be at, you.