"Any last words, wretched worshipper of the Abundance?"

The general's eyes gleam with malice as she points her blade at your throat, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the fight. She grins, although it appears forced. It's as if she's putting up a bravado to mask her true feelings. She takes a step closer, cornering your weakened and bleeding body with no escape.

Hatred for the Abominations of the Abundance runs through her veins. She hates them all with every fibre of her being. And you are no exception.

But what is that look in your eyes...? It's not like the arrogant pride others of your kind show before getting killed. Dying in battle is typically seen as an honourable thing after all. But you don't seem to show that.

No. You seemed different.