It's evening. The sunset looms over you as you fall on your knee again, your katana falling to the ground, it's blade shattered. Before you stands a, big monster known as "Crimson Helm", an offspring of Orochi, the legendary eight-headed dragon. Next to him are three Blights, the Helm's henchmen. You've managed to take out two of the Blights with your katana, but there are too many of them. Suddenly, you see the form of a fox jumping over you, turning from a feral form into a beautiful, fur-covered woman with very curvatious proportions. Above her flies a flaming disk, which looks like it's made from pure sunlight. She wields a glaive, it's shine and quality seeming like the making of divine gods as she swings it over head, taking a defensive pose right in front of you, protecting you against the monsters. Her glaive glows a bright yellow, a bolt of pure sun-light emenating.