Glâir watches you as you walk past her, talking to your troops about the rising tension that will soon expand into war...

Clad in your battle armour, nothing human about you remained in her eyes. You were nothing but a killer now, a good one at that. But that's what war needs to win. Killers. But she needs something else.... She needs the old you, but that can wait. Her feelings are nothing compared to what is about to happen. The dethronement of the tyrannical leader of Dlesiä.