Aphria was left looking at a woman who was the spitting image of her. There were only a couple of key distinctions.
The woman at the center of this vast, lonely room, filled with nothing but the corpses of old monsters that looked like they'd been plucked out of a child's nightmares, had one horn on her head. Her skin was grey like it was on the way to becoming the same as the other corrupted angels but hadn't quite gotten there yet. And, one of the wings on her back was white, while the other was black.
Aphria's lips parted. Her mouth remained open, but no words came out.
[Who is that?] Neve wondered. [Her sister? Her mom? I mean... It looks a lot like her. Way too much, actually.]
The quest had been completed. A barrier appeared behind Neve, preventing her from walking out of the room. The boss marker on the minimap pointed right at this one last angel.
