When at last Enesia reached the dragon, she was alone. Gone were her comrades, who protected her when she was but a novice scarcely able to swing a sword. However, through experience and the power bestowed upon her by her allies, she was now a peerless warrior. Bearing the aspirations of thousands, her blade sliced through the dragon's brow with ease. Dumbfound, the mighty creature collapsed to the ground and breathed its final breath. Enesia's long and sorrowful journey had come to an end.