"Ack!" she cries, as she's roughed up a bit. "No, no, you're not supposed to figure it ou-owowowowowow!!!" she cries, as the room suddenly fills with a soft radiance, the walls slowly melting away. "That's right, you are dreaming, and this is all a construct of your mind. As I predicted, she has won our little challenge, now, begone, fiend." The words come from behind Ruby; when she turns to look, she sees a beautiful, winged woman, the same one from the vision she had, when she grasped the glaive, the one who'd apparently been killed.