With that final blow, the spider guardian was thoroughly dead, it's head smashed to pieces. The travelers were freed from their webby prisons, and escorted to Clover town, along with a knocked-out Celia, who woke up later that night back at the guild hall, once her magical energy had replenished itself. With her fabric and share of the reward money in tow, Celia got some good sewing in, and made sure to write a letter back home about helping beat a giant spider. Which, to be honest, was pretty neat, though it was mostly Jayce and Noire. 

However, that good mood would die out over the next couple months. She did odd jobs to stay afloat, but her work ethic took a sharp decline once the disappearances and deaths began. There were few things that could pierce the perpetual sunshine that surrounded Celia, but the loss of half of her second family was one of them. For a while, she didn't train, didn't eat, and hardly slept. She would simply sit outside, and wait for the Mystic Ram wizards to come home. After practically making herself ill, the young girl decided it was time to get with the program, as everyone else left in Mystic Ram decided to. She improved her control of Skybuster, and worked on further controlling her magical reserves. The determination of everyone was palpable, especially Master Talon. He was really an inspiration to Celia, and she knew he was for the others as well.

After a little meditation and control exercises, Celia was sitting in her living room, looking out the window once more. No matter what, she'd face down whoever had attacked her guildmates with all she had. The time for non-violence was over. Blood had been shed, and Celia knew measures had to be taken. With a steely look in her almost cyan eyes, a truly strange thing for Celia, she stood and grabbed her bag before heading out to the guild hall.