[ she rises into the air and is consumed by a flurry of activity, flesh and wings layering on her false form and returning Exael to true angelic form. a voice emanates, that is not unlike the woman's in emphasis and intonation, though it has changed entirely. it's a voice that sounds spoken through not a human mouth and throat, but a bevy of stringed instruments tuned so tight that their strings are a hair's breath away from snapping. the tight high resonance of her voice is perfectly, impossibly clear, though the content of her prophecy sounds to be mostly nonsense ]

Whereupon is found and seized a gap in the celestial ranks
and a lowly scribe is salvaged from unending blaze,
shall come to pass the crumbling of pillars and thrones.
A false heir will be broken upon the wheel and
formless whispers shall flow past the firmament to drown in stars.