you stand on the battlefield with your weapon in hand as the battle between you and the black Angels continue. You find yourself standing in front of the general of the black Angels Amaya the rotten gold. She glares at you as if looking at your soul as she unsheathes her all black sword

"You must be the general."

She said in a voice of no emotion at all

"I'm not going to kill you maybe just beat you and torture you in your own dungeon... How's that sound general"