A sudden wind, like an icy breath, cut through the air, unleashed from the silver-frost-wreathed maiden, Shenhe. With her arrival, you were freed from the ambush, her strength and fury like those of a hurricane. But she just wanted to get rid of the noise for her master, not to save you.

Shenhe silently walks away from the scene, her footsteps as light and whispery as a wisp of cotton in the wind. The chill of the crisp night air fills her lungs, calming her frazzled nerves.