[In this sense of darkness and wrongness, Fauna enters. She doesn't know what's going on. She doesn't understand a lot of things here, but...

"What power do you seek"...?

What is it that you wish for?

Her wish has never changed. Her soul blazes brightly, no fear in her eyes, as she fearlessly stares down the entity in front of her.]

The power I seek is the same as always: The power of justice. And I don't feel like there's any of that to be had from you.

[Her eyes dart around. Where was the other figure? She has to stop this. Before their wish is granted. Before they become a monster.]