Lowering her head, she screams fiercely, but the clash of metal swallows the sounds of her bellowing voice while she presses through the deadly thicket. Although she disguises her great suffering with intimidating conviction, hope is rapidly diminishing, as her consciousness sinks like the setting sun. But faith is restored! A pale light eclipses the darkness and she breaks through the mob like a crumbling stone wall. Through the fury of sweat and mud, she raises her sword in victory, as the sky rains with debris all around her. With the hazy sun illuminating her heroic silhouette, the hilltop sings with unwavering triumph.