Time itself seems to slow as Spider's blade arcs towards the orb. No, perhaps it actually does slow. Your very movements feel sluggish; both your bodies and souls are exhausted to their utmost. Just watching the blade's path is the most you can do. Slowly, slowly, it connects. It strikes the surface of the orb and keeps going; cracks radiating out like a sunburst. The blade completes its path as the orb shatters, shards of black flying off in every direction.
Leaving in its place a pure gray orb, without white or black. This gray orb floats in the air for an unknowable period of time, before it... unfolds like a blossoming flower. Floating where the orb's center was is a young woman, curled into a fetal position. She slowly stretches out, her feet reaching for the floor. As she makes contact and stands up, her blood-red eyes open and time returns to its normal flow.
"Ah, I suppose you two are the heroes who saved me from that? Thanks~
Hm... You don't look like Welgaians. And you don't smell like chroma either... I'm impressed! I didn't think an ordinary human would be able to defeat Zephyr. He was created from my flesh, after all~"
She suddenly rushes forward, bringing her face up to Spider's.
"Oh! You smell like my sister! Did she send you? That's nice of her~ So what are your names?"