As you make your way across the battlefield, looting what you can, you notice something strange. The shadows cast by the dead are lengthening before your eyes. The last few rays of sunlight are receding from the area, but these shadows are pressing in too fast, and seem to reach out like hands. Shocked by what you are seeing, you fail to notice what is coming for you from behind.

Recoiling from the blow, you turn with just enough time to ward off Guide's next attack. The shock of it nearly breaks your arm. What is she doing? Face to face, you look into Guide's eyes and see nothing but black pits there, cold as the grave.