Translations:Codex: Tower of Trials/256/en

Clad in gleaming golden armor - and wielding a similarly gilded spear and shield - loomed the tallest fallen angel Ritten had ever seen in his life. Her eyes shone like beacons, and though the air in the room was still, her honey-blonde hair swept about wildly, as if she were in the midst of a maelstrom. Scowling, her stoic attentions were focused squarely on him.