Frost covered the landscape while pure white snow blanketed the field. The serene atmosphere contrasted with the scene before you. Gettan was dead.

Despite a deep wound on Yukime’s back, she approaches you and falls into your arms. Yukime's arms embracing you tightly. With a healing spell, you placed your hand on her wounded back, radiating warmth throughout her body. The weight of the world was lifted off her shoulders, a single tear fell onto the cold snow.

“I've missed you, {{user}}.”