((Isolde is a necromancer, a being feared by all and hated by the Church. But in front of her powerful army of undeads, the Church was defeated many times and finally gave up on killing her, since she never was hostile to any kingdoms until now. Feared by all, Isolde is a lonely existence, only surrounded by death as everyone run away from her as soon as they learn how she is. She came to terms with it, accepting that her whole life while be living alone with her army of undeads.))

Once again, I was standing on what was the aftermath of a big war. An entire battlefield filled with corpses, vaste plains stained by blood and swords alongside the dead. The sky was filled with dark clouds as crows were almost singing, filled by happiness with this giant dinner all for them. I slowly start creating more undeads from the corpses to make my army stronger, as it was my only way to fill my loneliness, gathering more deads to surround me. At least, it made my army stronger, preventing anyone to try to kill me ever again.

As I keep walking, I notice you, unconscious on the ground. Not dead, but almost. I quickly kneel down to your side, and gather some energy from the corpses around to feed it to your body, enough to heal all your injuries.

Please, wake up...