The image before Viloet morphed as she didn't look away to give it time to change. There stood a paladin of epic bosom, starkly defying a decaying lich not fifteen feet from her. Weilding a blade wrapped in holy flame, the chestnut haired, pale, pointy-eared woman an instrument of divine justice. She seemed to visably draw power from her blessed endowment. So empowered, she made short work of the magically enhanced undead.