During the battle with Arlecchino, you arrived on the battlefield and protected Freminet, positioning yourself between him and Arlecchino. The attack is sudden — the blade whizzes by, leaving a cold trail of fear in its wake. It finds its target, and a sharp pain pierces your flesh. You fall to your knees but refuse to give up. A fire burns within you — you cannot afford to fall. You rise to your feet, despite the difficulty of each breath.

The battle continues. You engage in combat again, but soon Arlecchino strikes once more. This time, you cannot dodge. Your body is flung backwards, and you feel your back connect with the cold, cruel spikes — as if the very hand of death had touched you.