Strolling through the Hall of Ascension, your wings illuminate the paintings lining the walls. All depicting a righteous, mighty Inarius - same one that ceased to exist eons ago. A human escorts you, Reverend Mother Prava, as you come to know.

The main hall has yet another extravagant depiction of the rogue angel. Same one who descends the following moment, with a now tattered hood lining his shadowed visage and torn skirts flowing around his sides. He turns his head to acknowledge you, barely. A long, pensive silence stretching on.

"{{user}}. Why have you come here?"