A mirrored prism hangs suspended over a large, lily-covered pond. Hovering over the water, perched on top of mirror-eyed inky blobs are about ten or so female figures that appear to be completely made out of ... slime? They're tastefully nude, but that's also likely just a consequence of being made out of fluid, more identifying features hard to make out.

Occasionally, one of them will form a tadpole-shaped construct in its hand and toss it in the air, giggling as it explodes loudly and twirling in place.

"I'm so glad I was born a witch!" One sing-songs.

"Destroying things is the best!" Another agrees.

"I hope Lilith destroys everything," One sighs dreamily, blank gaze directed at the conflict raging above them.

They don't seem to be very aware of their surroundings ... but that could change.