A safe place, it seems

As you descend the stairs behind the seraph, you pass a balcony that overlooks the main chapel. Inside, several survivors pray, huddled close to one another. Pacing the room and waving incense, priests chant hymns and offer comfort.

"This way." The angel motions you through a nondescript wooden door.

Inside, the center of the room is dominated by a massive, circular wooden table. The table has twelve chairs, ten of which are occupied. Seven chairs seat angels, five female and two male, and each is clothed in what must be the Steel of the Divines. These must be the seraphim.

Three girls, around your age, sit at the other chairs, leaving two unoccupied. You imagine you and your rescuer will be sitting there.

"Ah, you've brought him," a powerfully built male seraph with flowing white hair addresses the seraph who saved you. "Be seated, and we shall begin."