The figure reappears out of the flames, carrying three figures with it - though only one of them is alive. But, it'd been sent to save lives - and one had been saved.
An old gentleman is laid down upon the grass so reverently, so gently - one would be suprised that such a war-like looking figure could actually be so gentle. The figure pauses - it's face obscured by it's hood half of one sleeve is burnt off - the gloves are burnt - melted to the figure's hands. But, the figure must have been wearing dark iron armor under it -right? And, with a fist to heart - this is all it could do - there were no other survivors inside. And the fiend was already gone. And so, the figure offers salute to Ariane - before dissappearing into the tree-line.
