For ten seconds, the disembodied voice said nothing to Murky. She didn't expect a situation like this. Maybe just a board room where many angels would gather and be briefed on their mission. And yet she was alone. It wasn't like she pledged her life to fight for god. She wanted one mission and one mission only because no one else wanted it. Because if she didn't save the people closest to her, then she did not think she could be considered an angel either.

As she finished that thought, the voice rose again around her like wings, but thick, and heavy. "You know the quest that is laid out before you. You alone have volunteered. All else have wavered in their faith, but not you. Even if you must journey alone, are you still willing?" The thing Murky most feared and expected became clear. She swallowed hard before answering.

"I am." Even though her voice sounded frail in the large room, her heart still did not waver. It could not even when she was afraid. Her brother deserved it.

"Very well. Then you will quest in order to find the cure for our people. Yours is not a mission of fighting, but one of hope. What supplies you need will be waiting above. Leave at daybreak."

Murky nodded once and with that, turned away to exit the lower levels of the cathedral once again.