Feeling the cold embrace of death, Clehar trembled with fear. Her strength was depleted, and her arms felt feeble and weak. Through a fit of coughing she drained the cup of medicine, then collapsed upon the training ground. Incapable of movement, she was ashamed at the thought that she, once an undefeated knight, could now succumb to an unconquerable illness. However, it was not death itself, but losing her ability to fight that she found most dreadful.