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Eventually, her trek through the fog led her to a long, taller building. It looked like where some people might be housed, if she had to guess.

At the very least, it was some kind of structure, and for her, that was the most relevant part. Nkosazana steeled herself, squaring her shoulders and attempting a more confident stance, before heading inside the dormitory building.

She looked around for something that might have stood out, picking out a set of stairs. That looked promising. Unfortunately, Nkosazana's path was rather rudely cut off by the appearance of some shadows that looked distinctly Hunter-shaped. At the very least, none of them looked Hunter-shaped and like her, but it was clear that these ones wouldn't let her pass either, and she knew she could not stay in this thick fog forever.

As much as Nkosazana did not wish to fight, she drew her scimitar, facing the three Hunter Shadows and gritting her teeth. At first, they moved to strike her, but Nkosazana did not let them get far, swinging her weapon and slashing like she was actually trained to do so. Eventually, they faded, leaving Nkosazana by herself.

After gathering herself and taking a deep breath, she headed towards the stairs.

HP: 30/50
Mob HP: -5/20
Damage: 25
Mob Damage: 20

As she patched herself up, Nkosazana made her way to the second floor, looking for something that looked unfamiliar, or at least didn't look like it belonged.

Fortunately for her, in the middle of the hallway, there was something that didn't quite belong. She dashed over to it, relieved to see the image of her tower. The Horsemen's Tower. It was fine. It was safe. All of the horsemen within would be safe, too. That was a relief. Now, how was she supposed to get over there, exactly? This mirror did not look like a portal, and she did not seem to be capable of using it like one, either.

Wait, was something changing?

Nkosazana squinted, leaning in closer as the Tower seemed to change. Was that -- were those Hunters?

Hunters were in her home.

Hunters were in their home, again. They were attacking them, again. She knew what they had done, and logically she knew, to some extent, they were justified, but the other part of her was horrified.

Hadn't they done enough?

Hadn't they ruined enough lives?

Nkosazana fell to her knees, staring hopelessly through the mirror.