Ashelia trails behind everyone else as they enter the Phoenix door, both hands on the pommel of her sword. What could be waiting for them inside? Will they have to do battle with the Eidolon itself? She looks around at the others - with their numbers, they should be okay, but it still isn't something to relish. She done battle with more than enough godlike beings in her lifetime.

Tacitly ignoring almost-addictive rush of adrenaline she always gets before a fight, she turns her attention to the room around them. Specifically, to the portrait. She freezes, though not due to the temperature. She hadn't known the woman very well, or at all, but the young queen could remember the face. "That's her. That's one of the four. Mystearica...?"