Da-Heti's four captors hadn't the time to process what she said. In a flash, a powerful explosion erupted from inside the sarcophagus. In the blink of an eye, the fireball of Hellfire swept through the facility and burned through the long hallway. Da-Heti emerged from the flames engulfing the sarcophagus like a Phoenix rising from the fire. 

    Components of her prison broke down to the molecular level, changed in oscillation, and then reformed around her body as tactical clothing and body armor. Her awareness was immediately drawn to the sword her captors had forged from her armor. Tears of joy, sadness, and rage nearly drowned her in a sea of emotions, feeling the presence of her armor, only now, for the first time, from outside of herself.

    Using the GodForce, Da-Heti called forth the sword with a raised hand. It flew through the air, skillfully navigating around objects in its path, flipping one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, and landing perfectly in her hand.