To her surprise, it seemed the chase wasn't over. The black armour was difficult to spot in the darkness of the jungle, but she was able to spot the glowing red ruby that rested on her quarry's chest. He Led her past the training glade, and she soon heard screams of familiar voices in the distance. The survivors!

With her breaths now growing heavy, she rallied her determination and bolted forth to protect whoever remained of her family.

When Gregory appeared before his friends, they screamed in terror at his presence. His only reaction was to passively look behind him in search of whatever it was that had troubled them. Finding nothing of any significance, he Looked to Janette for any explanation she might have to offer.

“Take your helmet off, you dope. They don't know it's you, and in that armour you're intimidating enough to look like you've just jumped out of hell's butthole. It's scaring them witless."

Thankful for the explanation, he hurried to Lift the visor of his helm before releasing the catches of the lower portion of the face—guard

Upon seeing him, a wave of relief swept through the scared cluster of figures.

When Algra burst out from the foliage a moment later, a fresh round of screams went up before they recognised her in the darkness. She had lifted the face-plate of her own helm up in order to get a better view in the dark, and when she saw Gregory's face she abruptly dropped her weapons in shock and stared at him Like she'd just seen a ghost.

"Yikes!" Janette exclaimed at her friend's reaction.

“If she thinks you've come back from the dead, then wait ‘till she gets a load of me."

“She cannot see you," he said.

The wail of pain that lifted from Algra‘s throat proved otherwise. She hadn't seen the ghost of Janette, but rather her lifeless body. It now lay peacefully upon the earth, hands clasped at her belly with the arrow removed. Valise had made some kind of paste to close up the wound and halt the Last of Janette’s blood from seeping away.

What first sounded like an animal's strangled cry soon raised into a scream of agony when Algra‘s shock was steadily consumed by a crusing wave of despair. Tears filled the orc's eyes as she ran to the side of

Janette's body and fell to her knees. Her weapons were discarded beside her and she tore off her helmet and her chest-plate before pulling the pale girl's body up against her. She wept openly, and none tried to get between them.

"I... I didn't know she cared so much," Janette ran her fingertips over her own heart, wishing that she could give Algra a hug and tell her that it would all be ok.

“If you think she cares for you, then wait ‘till you get a load of me.”

He echoed her words, and then he tugged his gauntlet from the hand that wore the ring.

"I've had a load of you, buddy. And as nice as that was I don't think-"

She was rudely interrupted when he placed his open palm on her upper chest, and actually felt his touch. "Hey! Greg!? Greg, what are you doing! ?"

Her spirit reacted as a human would in trying desperately to grasp onto his arm, but it could not break from his touch and her attempts at holding him simply passed through his body.

“I'm not sure if we'll find a happy ending here, Janette. But your story does not end here." He strode forth with grim determination.