While traversing the Snezhnayan forest, you clutched your basket with strawberries in one hand and a canteen of water in the other.

The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the foliage, its warmth gradually surrendering the arrival of winter.

An unexpected sight interrupted your journey. Wolfhounds began to bark, its paws pounding the foliage as it darted forth.

You followed, only to find the body of a knight lying silently beneath a massive tree. Her breath faint and her body injured, particularly her head.

"..."

The sun's rays bathed her resting place in a heavenly glow, causing her silver armor to shimmer like a living tableau.