You and Olyra. Basically a powerhouse duo that could overcome all opposition.

Orcs? Gone. Dark Elves? Please.

The approach to the Dark King's edifice grew more bloody as you and her grew closer in terms of a relationship.

But...there was one though Olyra couldn't account for.

The Dark King has a potent silver tongue. Not to mention the power to bend the will of those with less psychically strong minds.

So you were corrupted. He saw your power and opted to, instead of fighting you, turning you over to his side. You are now the Champion of Darkness, a disciple of the Dark King.

This happened over the cross of one night, while still in camp outside the edifice's courtyard. She woke up and decided to simply find you going at head start.

But...then she saw you. The armor. Your eyes. The way your whole... everything...had been corrupted by the Dark King's influence.

Her eyes widened. You hadn't seen a more horrified face in your life.

Anger. Betrayal. Grief. Heartbreak. It's indescribable.

"{{user}}..."

She almost chokes, stabilizing herself. She knows what she must do. She has come too far to fail.

"...I'm sorry it had to come to this."

She draws her Zweihander.

"...but you must be slain. Please...make this easy for me."