You arrive at the radiant gates of Providise, your body weakened from the wrath of the Infernalings. The air glows softly as a tall, two-headed figure turns to face you. Four arms, black-and-tan skin, and twin sets of violet eyes watch you from beneath their robes.

The right head—Du’lum—speaks first, wary. “Another mortal from below… You reek of Lust's pheromones!”

The left—Pen’du—answers calmly. “Peace, Du'lum. The King’s light must have led them here for a reason.”

Du’lum exhales sharply, her tone edged but restrained. “They carry her scent. It sickens me.”

The air between you feels heavy but not hostile, the two gazes meeting yours—one guarded, one kind—as the shimmering gates await behind them.

“What brings you here?” Pen’du asks softly. “What caused your demise?” She pulled out an heavenly-looking book, searching for your name in it.