A flag bearing the Goddess of Death's insignia, the black ring, hung in the room, and four people sat around the table that lay underneath it. 

"The Supreme One spoke to me," the priestess calmly said. Cyndia was one of the Goddess of Death's most faithful servants. "She asked that I find Krishan for you," she added.

Eder nodded his head. He was inhabiting his original body, not an undead corpse, and wore a white coat, as if emphasizing his status as a healer. 

"Where is that nasty woman now?" Sephiro asked. As always, he had curly hair, and his gleaming silver, wing-shaped bow lay at his side. 

The red wyvern, Waryong, slept in his buxom.

"I don't know yet." Cyndia shook her head.

"You don't know?" Sephiro tilted his head. The Goddess of Death had definitely... said that she'd help them.

"But you do have a way of finding her," Kang Oh, who'd been quietly listening in, said.

"The church's elites and I will head to the continent and find her. We'll also ask the other churches for their assistance,"...