Singiel's armour seemed to shine of its own light as the snow reflected against it, while the wind, running through her hair and her cloak, was blowing more of that snow around, quickly covering tracks the Knight left on the white mantle of Dragonblight.

While she was on her knees with a sword on the ground to her right, a ring in her left hand which she was staring at blankly, her mind was wandering back to a few moments before. The pain of the wounds from her recent battle was still very vivid, but it was nothing compared to the burden on her soul.

Who knows how many ghouls and geists she fought, their teeth, their claws were all over, more often than not on her shield, but surely not enough times. Yet, with the Light infusing her body her wounds were healing — all but one. Almost overrun, but long from being defeated, she stood in battle and kept fighting her way through. The Death Knight, however, seemed to have an infinite power, as soon as one ghoul lay motionless on the bloody snow, another was ready to attack the Paladin. There was no rest, no time to think, or that fight would have been Singiel's undoing.

"Enough! You will die now!" The scream of the Death Knight seemed to scar the skies of Dragonblight, even more than the blows of his undead creations. Imbued in a lust for death and killing, the Death Knight, who kept the distance all along, charged against the Paladin, looking at her straight in the eyes behind his helm. Soon after striking down one of the undead, Singiel quickly moved into stance to counter the attack of that force of evil and looked at him in the eyes as well, completely unafraid.

There he was, his sword raised to the sky, ready to strike her down with his might — yet, a hesitation as the Paladin looked at him, what better occasion to strike could Singiel ask for? Without thinking twice, her sword run through his chest, vibrating of a pure Light, exorcising that evil presence from the world. The Death Knight roared in pain and lowered his sword until he lost the grip. He brought his hands to his chest while kneeling on the floor and even if his forces were abandoning him, he managed to whisper one word...

"S-Singiel..."

The Death Knight collapsed on the ground while the Paladin pulled out her sword, confused as to how he knew her name. She eyed his weapon, even if it carried the now fading inscription of the Lich King something looked familiar. Singiel's breath was erratic, maybe not only because of the battle she just fought. She kneeled in front of the sword, waiting for the inscription to lose its cold light. It didn't take long until another feeling just as cold took ahold of the Paladin. She grasped the Death Knight's sword and screamed in pain. Her eyes were tainted with vengeance and desperation, and with that very weapon that was threatening her life a few moments before, she put an end to the remaining undead in a raging burst.

When nothing was left, she kneeled, exausted, and dropped the sword to the ground. She took off her left gauntlet and looked at her hand. She pulled her shiny silver ring away from her finger and stared at it for a while, motionless. Finally she grabbed the sword again and crouched on it bringing it close to her chest together with her ring. Her tears joined the snow, caressing the remnants of her love.