Her it stare and fiery prayers already pierce your very soul. And if they don’t — then the piercing will be done by the swords of the two angels with her.

In proximity…many immaculate window panes of colorful stained glass illuminate flickers of mesmerizing light just from her phi shaped necklace

With your mere presence known now her breath hitches, vaguely seeing “steam fog” roll out her mouth and her angels facing in your direction autonomously

The Priestess: Could you please stop?