Sheyla swung her daggers left and right, slaying as many hobs as her abilities allowed her, defending Ogoro's paralyzed body with all her might.
Despite the fact that her Gift Thrill of the Hunt was activated, boosting her agility past her limits while increasing her awareness, the same fate as the other women awaited her.
Surrounded and exhausted, Sheyla could not keep up with her enemies' number. Aito was forced to watch as his comrade fell on her brother's full armored body. Four hobs were necessary to hold her down.
Like a floundering fish caught up in a net, Sheyla attempted to free herself as a fifth hob started unstrapping her already tattered leather armor.
"No! Get off me!"
Aito could feel her hope waver. Each pieces of protection taken off brought despair, eclipsing the hope she had in something, in someone.
"Back then, Valinar couldn't fathom what she was pushing him to become and what this particular event would lead to much later on. Because even a goddess, in her vast wisdom, cannot foresee all ends."
Extract from "Yggdrasil Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris," written by Roan the Merchant.