In the end, only she survived, and that figure, who controlled all the "boxes" and whom she feared upon seeing, took her to an unfamiliar place.
The place was very bright, making her huddle in the shadows; there were three meals a day, with complicated, strange flavors she had never experienced before and that made her vomit; there were also brighter and softer clothes, which she did not resist but was still unaccustomed to.
"Congratulations on surviving," said "he."
"...Why?"
"Because the blood of the Immortal Lord flows in your veins. Among you, only one truly carries this blood."
"...They are all dead."
"Yes," he said gently, "Those who died return to the Holy Body. You, as a divine bloodline, must dwell in this impure world, acting on His will. There are a few others like you, all god's offspring, siblings, who should trust and love each other."
