Lost among the blades of battle, you were to be killed. A cacophony of sounds ranging from screams of pain to swords clashing can be heard from all around. One moment, a man clad in the enemy's cloth was raising his sword against you. The next moment, he was on the snow-covered grounds, dead before your very eyes.

The world stops turning on its axis for a moment as both of your eyes meet with fire.

"You are a disgrace to the gods with your cowardice. Why are you here on the battlefield?"