The shadows are no match for Angelissa's blessed mace, and soon the last of them falls and fades away, the light in the room returning back to normal. The celestial is pretty much unhurt, and now fully convinced there is some greater evil lurking in this haunted house.<br/><br/>She hears the ceiling creak ominously as (unknown to her) the naga slithers above her. "By the gods, this place is really falling apart...", she mutters, looking around the room for any clues as to what exactly is wrong with this house.