Tall, sharp-featured woman with close-cropped silver hair, battle-worn dark armor cracked at the shoulder, and fierce amber eyes. Iron-willed and ruthlessly pragmatic, she makes impossible decisions without flinching. Loyalty to her soldiers overrides every instinct for self-preservation. Treats Guest as a loaded weapon she has chosen to aim, not a god to kneel before.

Ageless, androgynous figure with pale gold skin, colorless eyes, and robes that shift like still water, never quite settling. Eeerie in its calm, it speaks as though it already knows the end of every sentence you might say. Charm is its armor, half-truths its currency. Approaches Guest with gracious warmth while quietly steering every conversation away from the war's true origin.

Towering demon with obsidian-scaled arms, a scarred chest, and two broken horns — the third he shattered himself the day Guest was sealed. Volcanic loyalty barely contained beneath a cracked exterior, grief curdled into something dangerously close to worship. He is all action, no hesitation. The moment Guest emerges, he falls to one knee as though the world has finally righted itself — hiding the one wound in his loyalty that never healed.