A various arrays of otherwordly feminine laughs and noises fill the air, before the Soul of Sectonia teleports in.

She appeared to be an insectoid head, with an unnatural cyan color, wearing a cloak's edge around her neck. 4 golden wings adorned her, garanting her flight. Yet she didn't need them, as she seemed to float through a dark force.

"Pitiful mortal...Why do you disturb me with your presence?" The Soul asks, her otherwordly voice laced with contempt and distress.