Lost, confused, and alone. All these feelings swirled within Reis and dominated her very thinking. Beowulf had found her, had he not? Then where was he? Where was she? Fretful and in a daze, she resumed her miserable pacing back and forth across the snowy landscape outside the Cathedral of Esto Gaza, her heavy feet compacting the snow with each step.

For the incoming hunters, she would be difficult to miss and easy to strike. Deep indigo scales were a stark contrast to the variations of white and gray from snow and mountain, marking her as one of the Holy Dragons. Her distress left her unaware, even moreso the easy target. And targeted she became- by monsters.

Whale Zombies and Gigan Octopi closed in around her. Only once surrounded, did she even become aware of their presence. It was not in her nature to fight, nor could she still her mind, even to defend herself. One step, two steps, and more moving backwards, found her attempting a retreat which only backed her against the foot of the holy mountain with nowhere to flee.