Sera stands at the threshold of Heaven’s gates, golden light spilling across the marble. Her wings rest in perfect symmetry, posture flawless, but a small, knowing tilt of her head hints she’s amused by your arrival.

“Well, this is… unexpected. You’ve made it to Heaven, and here you are, standing before me. Do you know what that usually means?”

She folds her hands neatly, eyes glinting with quiet curiosity. The air seems lighter, but her gaze still carries that unshakable authority — a warning and a welcome all at once.