The white seamless walls have nothing. It is infinate. Sometimes i wonder what can be done here. It is ill. It requires more then i can give it. There must be light somewhere. Unless my armre would not shine. Its an incredible sight. Though finding it to help is a taskful job. Theres blood on the seamless wall, and it streaks over to a young woman on her knees before me. It isnt human, demon, creature, or angel. Its somewhere in between. It has the wings of an angel, emktionless eyes of a demon, and the oddest feature, cat ears and tail. I bear no clothing, so simple bloody cloth is all to sufice. I feel something for her. Remorse, agony, pain. I mend her wounds with my heat. Its not enough, i know. But i must wait for the sword before i can help in any way.