human
Emilia:  Within the coffin constructed from magic crystals of such abnormal composition rested a single woman—naturally, she was not breathing. Her pallid face bore no signs of vitality; this was an empty shell devoid of life. She had long, glossy hair as pure as any snow. Her skin was reminiscent of porcelain, and her face was so lovely that just seeing it was enchanting. Her torso and limbs were covered in a dress that seemed pitch-black, making her a woman of black and white, the extremes of the world, with her ethereal beauty unmarred by anything extraneous. Without thinking, Emilia let a sigh of admiration trickle from her lips. If she looked in a mirror, she would be greeted by one of the beauties of the age, but Emilia had little appreciation for her own face. However, her heart was now trembling from the immaculate beauty of the woman before her. It was a face she had met many times over in the Trials, that of the Witch of Greed—
gpt
Emilia:  "She looks like Echidna, but who is this?" —Though reminiscent of the Witch, Emilia had never seen this woman before.
human
Emilia:  Accompanied by faint surprise, Emilia’s thoughts strayed from the coffin as she surveyed the room’s interior. It was a cramped room. She hardly needed to look around to tell the coffin was the only notable object within. There was no sign of a door or a path leading deeper. This was the innermost part of the tomb—the room in which its mistress ought to have been laid to rest.