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The three of them abandon the car and run to the mountainside, but the amount of falling rubble is overwhelming.

Look out—

A rock falls towards Arctosz. Gulo pushes him out of the way, and is struck by the sharp edge of the rock on his forehead. His massive frame falls on the ground, bleeding.

Arctosz crawls towards Gulo and pulls him closer to the mountain, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

The blood is soon covered by the falling rocks.

Gulo! GULO!

The tranquility of the mountain is broken by the roaring sound of engines as the morning mist disperses. Tranquility is not what Degenbrecher seeks right now.

She pushes her bike to its limits. The scenery flies by swiftly, but she does not see what she is looking for.

The tracks are still visible on the road; the target was here not long ago.

There—!

Degenbrecher jumps off the bike and rounds a corner—

Two cars are burning on the road after a collision, sending rancid smoke skywards.

Degenbrecher pulls her weapon and creates a gust that extinguishes the fire, revealing the familiar silhouette of a Silverash car.

The door is easily cut open. There is no one inside. Degenbrecher's worst fears have not come true.

She hears the sound of rocks clashing from the direction of the cliff.

Degenbrecher looks down at the source of the sound, and finds the one she is looking for, despite the dirt and soot on her face.

Degenbrecher!

Hanging off the side of the cliff with a hook, Ensia looks up at Degenbrecher, unsure how to hide her embarrassment.

Heheh... uh... I guess I screwed up...

...'Her kingdom promises not tomorrow.'

'Nor was it built for yesterday.'

'Those who walk the present are closest to Her.'

'Her blessings are ever beneath the traveler's feet.'

The snowflakes stick to her fur collar. The lone traveler pulls her hood tighter and walks up the mountain, against the cold wind that blows through the forest.

Enya pulls her cloak tighter around herself, her steps slowed by falling branches mixed with snow.

The clerics often say that Kjeragandr tests Her people with wind and snow, but Enya knows 'She' would never torment her like this.

Kjarr...

The Saintess sees the smoke of a campfire deep in the woods. Perhaps there is a place to rest.

Enya walks towards it and finds the fire still burning, providing a rare source of warmth. She reaches out to it at once.

The hides hanging around shows that it belongs to a hunter. Short shrubs surround a lone wooden house, but the owner is nowhere to be seen.

Then, one of the shrubs rustles. The tip of a metal bolt protrudes from it, pointing towards the campfire—

Who's there?

Enya turns around quickly, but not quick enough to avoid the bolt that strikes her right leg, soaking her thick clothing with blood.

She raises her bell instinctively as she stumbles from the pain. The attacker has emerged from the bushes, aiming his next bolt at the Saintess's heart.

Whoosh—

The attacker falls as the bell rings, his body quickly covered in snow. Slowly, the small lump turns red. It was not the holy bell that did this.

Enya gets closer, and sees a crossbow bolt in the attacker's neck.

A rough hand, small but strong, grabs Enya's shoulders and pulls her to one side.

Another bolt cuts through the air, taking down another attacker, but more of them continue to emerge from the forest.

<i>Holzchopf</i> bandits! How dare you commit murder at MY camp while I'm away!

A young huntress, carrying a heavy crossbow that seems too big for her, stands in front of Enya. She smells of herbs and cloudbeast.

Stop daydreaming!

You're a Silverash... What are you doing here?

Never mind... Stay close to me!