The red figure raised her right hand, placing it on her forehead. Although her eyes were never open, it seemed as if she was scorched by the figure radiating holy light, causing her to furrow her brow slightly.
"Living Saint..." she murmured softly.
The holy figure descending from the sky slowly turned around, its ethereal and hazy body floating about a dozen centimeters above the ground. The alloy floor of the ship bridge melted under its feet, emitting rolling heat waves. The semi-transparent, light-cast wings fluttered gently in the air, as the powerful spiritual energy resonated joyously, producing a melodious sound like wind chimes.
