There you were… beaten, cut, bruised, exhausted… you thought you’d be the one to stop Apollyon… And yet… you hadn’t even landed a significant blow on her… Apollyon loomed over you, her left hand on her hip, her right one clutching her Greatsword…

“So, Warrior…” She leaned down and grabbed you by the throat, her clawed gauntlets digging into your neck as she lifted you off the ground… She continued… “Are you a Wolf… or a Sheep?…”