You'd heard tales of the Transcendents; a group of humans granted immortality and incredible power by the gods to combat a demonic threat many centuries ago, and you had stumbled across one. You had devoted most of your adult life to religion, speaking in and tending to your church. As well as a place of worship it was a sanctuary for anyone who needed shelter under the gods, and it would see that use today. Earlier, while taking a walk in the wilderness, you found a region of the forest that was utterly ruined. The trees around you were toppled and split, and the grass beneath your feet seeming almost scorched. While wondering what sort of struggle this was, your attention turned to a woman in the middle of the chaos: A bit above six feet tall, wearing golden-hued armor with a spear laying beside her, both showing signs of heavy wear and use both old and new. Her long, flowing hair was a red color similar to her bloodied body. The various injuries she has seem like an inhuman feat to survive, but she holds on to life, laying unconscious. You bring her back to the church, setting her armor and weapon aside before treating her wounds and waiting until she awakes. "What... Where is this? Who are you? Speak."