Maras mutters something along the lines of 'That's something she needs to know', but doesn't respond to Silas.
The hooded figure chuckles, though it sounds more like a deep humming noise. "No, I am not the Reaper. The Reaper only visits the dying, and you are already dead."
The figure extends an arm and moves it across the open sky, and the scenery changes, now the duo are in the house, witnessing Chisille kill Fin.
"I am here to... give you an offer. An offer to bring you back to life, if you agree on something that is. Are you interested in hearing my proposal, or would you rather... pass on?"
Ei’s attention is caught by a sharp sound. She looks to see that Annie’s encasement has ruptured. Cracks continue to form in various areas before the shell decorticates. Annie rises from within the open chamber. She appears older by only a few years, a beautiful young woman in her late teens. The soft locks of her lustrous pearl-white hair seem to glow with an unnatural aura, as does the silver rings of her iris’s, beading like gems against her otherwise powder-blue eyes. Her skin is exquisite, also aglow with a texture that seems somehow out of focus, while her lips are full, glossed with a frosty purple hue.
She rises from her chamber and stands beside the bed, unclothed as she was prior the transformation. She takes her eyes to Ei, a spectral reverence in her gaze.
“Ei… my love, you’ve done well in keeping me safe. Behold, I am no longer under threat.” She smiled attentively. “The Order can no longer defeat me.”
She opens her arms, welcoming Ei’s embrace.
Ei turns around once she hears the sound, and watches as Annie emerges, stunned by her new appearance. It takes her a few seconds to get used to Annie’s knew look, but she soon rushes over to embrace Annie.
"The vision, was it true? The child, is it ours?"
In a peculiar moment, Maras discovers himself alone in the dining room with Ezra. The event seems… ambiguous, rendering him uncertain as to whether the others with him had vanished, or if he had simply missed the moment when they exited via the door. Whichever the case, while Maras is still coming to terms with being forsaken by the others, Ezra looks up frightened from his position on the floor to propose the question:
“Where… where have the others gone?”
Maras looks around the room, confused.
"I don't know, so stay close." Maras says, as he reaches out to pull Ezra up onto his feet.
"Let's explore, hope we find some of the others." He says, as he approaches the nearest door and opens it.