"Ah, do forgive me, kohen gadol," the angel replied to Verrtsi, bowing slightly, "It has been longer than you are aware. By the mortal time standards your people are accustomed to, eight years have passed since the defeat of Plex. Of course, time flows much differently in this dimension, and in North. We have met once before, kohen gadol. I am Obarin, the Guardian Angel of Plex. Until such a time comes that I am relieved of my duty, I must not allow you to harm the beast. I can tell you that he is imprisoned and not well, but his life still serves some purpose."
Obarin turned to the reaper now, and began to trip over his words. "That... t-that..."
"That can not be allowed to happen," a different voice spoke now, walking down the steps. An angel with immaculately long, blue hair had appeared, wearing a white gown similar to Obarin's, with a golden sash. In his left hand, he held a flaming torch, to light the darkness. His right hand was clenched tightly. His wings were fully outstretched, beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.
"M-master Ibiki!" Obarin greeted the newcomer by dropping to his knees and bowing with great respect.
"Obarin," the new arrival greeted his liege, "You have done well here. I shall take these newcomers down to see the beast. They must see it for themselves."
And then, the surroundings of the group began to shift and change.