There was the sound of a spear clattering to the ground. Its owner stood there, eyes widened with shock, cheeks drained of all colour. Her name was Swift Cloud, and she was not having a good day. In fact, she was now living a nightmare which seemed to be against all reason.<br/><br/><em>The Kai Monastery was gone</em>. Obliterated, decimated, to a man. All that was left were smoking ruins and bloodied bodies. Slowly, her head turned this way and that, taking in the sight of friends, companions, mentors... all still, staring through sightless eyes. The coppery stench of blood and ichor suffused the air. Her tongue felt dry in her mouth, her heart having slowed to a crawl as she struggled to calm herself and come to terms with what she had just witnessed.<br/><br/><em>Why?</em>. She screamed silently. More importantly,<em>who</em>?