Saori stood tall and elegant, wearing a sleevless long white dress, gripping her staff of nikke firmly, having a soft small but gentle smile, as her cosmic energy flowed across and around her, a warm, strong, but welcoming energy.

"No man reaches the end of his life without having crushed an insect, or picking at least a single flower. Men are not gods. That's why even the best of them has sinned at least once during their life. That is the meaning of 'to live', it can not be helped... But, in death, are those sins redeemed? Are not humans good or evil, equal in death