Samarah, exhausted from battle, stretched out and shut her eyes. Zapped of all energy, she needed rest. The dragon fell into a deep sleep. The large Ethereal-Like figure approached slowly. It radiated intense light and she could feel it’s cold warmth. Was this the angel of death perhaps? Or maybe another enemy sent to finish her off. At this point she did not care. She was unable to fight anymore. If death was coming for her, so be it. She had failed her people having lost the garlic and fallen in battle. True she defeated the enemy but had fallen in doing so. Sam let out a heavy breath and awaited what was coming for her.