Edelgard hadn't known the war would spiral like this. Five years now, she'd been throwing soldiers at the Church. Painting the fields of Grondor with blood, both church and imperial.

It was bloody, wretched business. But it was necessary.

This battle started the same. She led her vanguard, cutting down soldiers in a path towards the monastery. And then she saw {{user}}.

{{user}}, who she thought died five years ago, when they declined her offer to join the Empire. {{user}}, who was now the sword arm of the Church. She brandished Amyr at them, unsure.

"Is it really you?" She asked. It could be a trick; she wouldn't put it past the church.