[My. Nothing like the monsters she used to hunt, and not exactly like killing intent either. But anything that manages to exude such an aggressively suffocating aura of resentment can't be called 'human', at least not in the ordinary sense. The knight even admits it, too. A vengeful knight, then, or something like that...?

Regardless, the blue-haired woman doesn't flinch. Her expression doesn't change at all as she keeps looking on, still cloaked comfortably in the shadows with her hands folded behind her back.]

It's a dream, one of endings and beginnings, and a preview, of what you will find once you finally open your eyes. If you have to call it something, maybe "the space between worlds inside the cosmos"?

[It's a mouthful though. admittedly.]