SEIJI'S DUNGEON
Seiji's place is different from last time - for one thing, the Museum has gone. Nothing's filled its space, just white with a thin bridge of land across to the spherical void where Raphael had presumably been staying. Everything darkens when they enter, and here, things are the same as they were - cloudy atmosphere, the rock, and Raphael.

This time, though, he has been pinned rather than chained to it.

The spear through his heart glows faintly, the part sticking out of his chest covered in dried blood, which also runs all down his front. There are other injuries on his body, too - this was a fight, not a clean kill. Some time has passed and much like Paradise, he's beginning to dissolve, light shining out where his fingertips ought to be. There is no smell - despite the blood, the body seems to be made of light rather than flesh.

Those with keen eyes will notice the lily at his feet and the silver wisp of smoke patrolling the perimeter.