"I spotted Martha, and as if I finally saw a beam of sunshine, I strode towards her, carefully dodging the enemy attacks despite the tears clouding my eyes. There she lay before me with her tiny blonde curls still lustrous and her blue eyes staring at the 'heaven' only she could seemingly perceive, her throat slit open and a dark gory river rushing out. I knew there was no time to mourn. Not yet. So I turned to face the enemy once again. " - Muntaha Muzaffer (from her response to the second task.)
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