[Light Bearer Sanctuary]
A blindfolded woman sat in a golden room, perched on a throne made of the same gleaming material.
Twelve wings extended from her back, massive and white, each one covered in white feathers.
Her skin looked sickly, pale and covered in dark veins that pulsed with wrong colors.
The wings themselves were decomposing, feathers falling away and flesh rotting while she still lived.
Colorful energy wrapped around her body like chains, eating away at her existence piece by piece.
But she sat perfectly still despite the agony, hands resting on the armrests, spine straight.
Then suddenly, something changed.
The energy that had been consuming her suddenly shattered, breaking apart like glass and the chains dissolved.
"What's... happening?"
Her voice came out as barely a whisper.
The dark veins on her skin started fading, color returning to pale flesh.
The rotting wings began regenerating, new feathers growing to replace the ones that had fallen.
