She was so close, yet so far. For a howling roar announced the arrival of a bitter gale, blasting in from the castle entrance. Within mere seconds, the gale had picked up everything and anything not secured down. Shrapnel flew through the air as broken furniture and rubble was bashed against the wall, beating and battering Liirah as the wind swept her off her feet, carrying her deeper into the castle, back to her little fire. Time seemed to slow down as Liirah passed by her little campfire, the little fire barely holding out against this monstrous gale. It was completely symbolic, a little ray of hope fighting against impossible odds. It was uplifting, inspiring...however, it didn't last long. As a large, armored hand plucked Liirah out from the gale, a similar-sized armored boot emerged from the shadows and stomped onto the pathetic campfire, wiping it out.