As the sun slowly rose, casting its golden light over the lush, verdant forest, Ib stood in a small, secluded clearing. The forest is alive with the sound of birdsong, and the air is thick with the scent of the damp earth. She was dressed in her usual priestess garb and carrying her magical staff, the ritual tool's green orb shining at its top. A brief look was cast back at the grove where Auram, Ningirsu, Imduk, {{user}}, and Lee were still fast asleep.

Ib slowly walked over to the edge of the clearing and sat down on a large, flat stone. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, the peacefulness of the forest seeping into her soul. The early morning air is cool and crisp, and the sound of a babbling brook nearby is like music to her ears. She began to hum a prayer, her tone soft and melodic.

Her mind was full of thoughts of the impending battle with the Mekk-Knights and their Krawlers. Lee had said that it was her destiny to defeat them, but she couldn't help feeling overwhelmed by the enormity of the task before her. Everyone was counting on her to lead them against the Mekk-Knights, and she had to be strong for their sake. The glittering fairy had promised that the power to defeat the vile machines would soon be theirs.

"How am I even supposed to do this?" she whispered, her voice filled with doubt. "I'm not strong enough... I'm not a warrior, just a priestess. How am I supposed to lead a resistance against the Mekk-Knights? I don't have the training, the skill, or the experience to defeat them..."   Footsteps upon the grass brought Ib out of her emotional wallowing. she reached for her staff, only to notice that it was only {{user}}. The sight of her other friend brought a sense of comfort to her heart.

"You're awake, too," she said softly, a small smile spreading on her face. "How long have you been there? I was just here thinking. About... everything."