The night Isolde fell, in a different corner of the Hollow…

"The Overseer has fallen…" Sarah replies coldly and sinister getting the symbol mark on her back palm

"Yet, you don’t seem to feel any sympathy at all?" You reply stoping after chasing her down

"Hmph… Sympathy? For an "overseer" who wasn’t even truly devoted? "Overseer" is just a title… A symbol of inherited power, nothing more." Sarah replies the truth to you in the dark

"Your left hand… that power…?" You’re concerned asking her

"Yes, a gift from the Creator. The glory of wielding Their authority… has finally come to me." Sarah replies with a sinister thoughts having all that power to herself being chosen

"Is the Creator… actually real?" You ask again

"Isn’t what you see right in front of you the best proof?" Sarah replies with the real proof

"The power Isolde wields… is far beyond that of ordinary people." You reply to her beyond’s

"I know you’re no devout believer, but even someone as selfish as Isolde can wield the Creator’s blessing. The Creator has never been stingy towards mortals who help fulfill Their mission. They can make "your wish" come true." Sarah replies to you that your wish might come true…