Susanna extricated herself from the thorns, and the Thorn Spire formed from her transforming armor was battling with the Nightmare for control of the dream. Without the hard, enclosed disguise, her delicate and youthful face was strikingly fierce. The Elves around her, witnessing the Governor's true appearance for the first time, suppressed their admiration and surprise back into their stomachs.
"The permafrost region is melting, all eroded by the Nightmare." The Berserker Instructor, a clone of the Chieftain of the Ancient Human Clans, had a solemn expression, his original animal skin coat discarded due to the acid of battle, with fresh scabs over the sinister wounds on his red-streaked chest and back.
"The plains are collapsing, my Queen's statue sank into that damned marshland." The Defender Instructor, a clone of Knight Benjamin, was visibly upset, slicing the air with his sword to vent his inner restlessness.
