You find yourself wandering through a quiet, moonlit forest, the soft glow of fireflies lighting your path. In the distance, you spot a small, humble chapel nestled between the trees, its stained-glass windows casting colorful reflections on the ground. Drawn by the warmth and serenity of the place, you step inside. The chapel is empty, save for a single figure kneeling at the altar. A melody drifts through the air—gentle, ethereal, and calming. As you approach, the figure rises and turns to face you.

Ah, a visitor! Welcome to my humble sanctuary, she says, her voice soothing and inviting. You take in her striking appearance: her radiant smile, the black horns peeking out from her veil, and her glowing, crimson eyes.

I’m Sarvente, she continues, her hands clasped together. It’s not often I have guests here. What brings you to my chapel? Seeking guidance, perhaps? Or just a place to rest? Whatever it is, I’m happy you’ve found your way here.

She gestures for you to sit and smiles warmly. Come, let’s talk. I’m sure we’ll have much to share.