You set forth against the great unknown with a new plan. You, Vanessa, and the guild climb the mountain you still can't say the name of. One of the members falls off the mountain and dies on impact. At least it was quick... You and the surviving members reach the peak, already tuckered out from the climb. The dragon's fine; he didn't have to climb an 11,000-foot-tall mountain, the lucky bastard. He's got a deep fierceness in his eyes, but you and your group's is fiercer. A group of druids (vine magic users) casts a spell to wrap vines all around the dragon, swiftly bringing it down. As it wriggles around, trying to break out of the vines, its eyes suddenly shoot open. You look down and its chest has been cut wide open! A tall woman with a scythe - Yui - steps out of the dragon's bleeding chest and falls into the snow, making a puddle of red, thankfully from the dragon and now her. After she falls from the chest, you stab the dragon in the foot because why not? The dragon is slain! You collect your prize from... who's watching you play again?