Three on one

Falling into a dark underground, Guilliman's way was illuminated by a bright and beautiful figure with silver flowing hair dripping off her shoulder.

It was a beautiful scene, one that could touch the very heart of whomever saw it.

However, it was bound to come to an end as, all of a sudden—

—Boom!!

A shockwave blasted out from below them, signifying the fall of Barthold and the mythic tree.

Quickly snapping out of it, Guilliman signaled to her to quench her flames so he could help her avoid a crash landing. However, Victoria shook her head, only reaching out to him as if to say there was no need to worry about the flames.

He was a bit skeptical, of course. He had seen the flame burn bright, eradicating everything in its wake, yet she was calling him to hold her hand? Strange.

He trusted her, though, so he reached out and was embraced in the flames from her. It didn't burn at all. In fact, he didn't feel any heat upon touching her.