While travelling along the sandy, humid path on Mt. Temir, the traveller was swiftly ambushed by a large group of Eremites. The traveller was very clearly outnumbered, despite their skillful combat.

A flame as ferocious as a lion appeared in the distance, the orange gleam almost blinding as another swift figure popped into the scene, quickly taking the large group of mercenaries out.

With the last of them having fallen, the tall woman sheathed her claymore.

"You okay?" She asked smoothly.