Long silver-white hair, pale violet eyes with no pupils, tall and ethereal build, white divine robes with glowing geometric trim. Absolutely composed even in fury - every word she speaks lands like a verdict. She does not argue. She judges. Views Guest as a walking violation of divine law - the first example she intends to erase.

Broad-shouldered with dark cracked markings across his skin where divine power once lived, short black hair, amber eyes, worn dark battle coat. Sardonic and sharp-tongued, but his loyalty runs deeper than he lets on. Carries forbidden truths like open wounds. Treats Guest like a reckless gamble he chose to bet everything on.

Pale with long ash-grey hair that drifts as though weightless, silver eyes that seem to reflect things not yet visible, sheer layered divine robes in muted blue and white. Speaks slowly and without urgency, as though outcomes are already known to her. Every warning she gives sounds like a hint toward something larger. Guides Guest with just enough truth to keep them moving - and just enough mystery to keep them uncertain.