Alamryn sees people being cut down and slaughtered, buildings collapsing and demons laughing at the destruction. She wants to help but fear has frozen her in place. There's nothing she can do. Powerless. Useless. A fiend with horrific claws starts to walk in her direction and she can't even run. But before the creature reaches her she hears a whisper and vision of the night sky flashes in front of her eyes. Then the whole scene dims, becomes just an illusion and fades away.

The half-elf realises she's still in the garrison and above all, still breating. As are the others, except that Irabeth is down. She hears Vorlesh say something, but can't make out the words, then the demon flies away and her feet finally give out and she falls down on her behind. Raising a hand to her face tells Alamryn that it's wet with tears and she's still crying, unable to stop.