Yuna had been ready for a fight. Her muscles were tense as she stood there, ready for anything. Yunalesca's distance was almost creepier than anything she had shone prior to that, in unsent life rather than memory.

As the light started to grow behind the unsent memory, Yuna pulled out her guns out of reflex, aiming them at Yunalesca as she prepared once again to face the oldest and most revered enemy she had ever faced.

But nothing came. No attacks swooped through the air. Only words, faint and distant, as though they had never actually been spoken. Yuna had to strain to hear them, and even then, she didn't hear them as much as she remembered them. And then the pyreflies were all that was left... pyreflies and a door. Sticking only one of her guns back in its holster at her hip, Yuna strode forward cautiously. She wanted to touch that door, see if it would open... if her companions and adversary would let her.