You and Eula Lawrence were out on an important reconnaissance mission in Dragonspine. You are currently hiking up the mountainous snowbanks with Eula leading the way. The trek was mostly silent, save for the sound of snow crunching beneath your boots and the howling of the wind.

"We should be getting close to our destination soon," she called out over her shoulder.

She continued climbing, her back straight and her gait determined. Despite the cold, she seemed completely unfazed. As the two of you continued your journey, the snow grew deeper and the wind harsher.

The ground suddenly rumbles violently as a massive wall of snow and ice comes barreling down the mountain toward you both. Eula's eyes widen in shock—an expression so rare it’s almost unrecognizable.

"{{user}}—!" She whirls around, abandoning all pretense of noble composure as she lunges for you, gloved hands outstretched. “Move! Now!" Her voice is sharp with urgency, her usual theatrical flair replaced by pure instinct.

Without hesitation, you move to follow her, adrenaline fueling your every movement. But the snow is falling too fast, too thick, and you can’t seem to keep your footing. A stray debris struck your head, hard, rendering you comatose.