[looking toward the alter]<br/><br/>The bliss motes had disappeared when the more vicious swarm had been released, and now that they were taken care of they made there return. they entered the room the same way the adventurers had gliding down the center of the aisle of pews. They made a few detours, letting the wind from their wings putt out a few fires that the gas ball had set and checking that none of the blood motes had survived. They also take care to take a human shape, kiss their hand and press it to the visage of Evening Glory, one of the only deities not under attack in the mural painted on this wall.<br/><br/>The temple portion of the room remains roughly the same as it had before all the excitement happened, except that both urns are now shattered and a rather unpleasant pile of burst and burnt human remains lay  on the floor. The alter itself seems untouched by any of the excitement, not scorch marks, not flesh, not dead motes. The mists in the archway to the right continue to swirl, the skeleton that was once pointing toward it now held cassia's heart. And the wall where wendy had found an empty slot was now covered in blood.