Amara Mistu began singing quietly as the demons began attacking her. She held the sword in her right hand as she held her shield in her left hand. Amara had just finished that battle not too long ago, but there had been nothing in her path for quite a few days. She wondered where everyone else was. Her instincts guided her to a deserted pathway with nothing really covering the landscape except for a few barren trees and what she thought was a watering hole.