You were standing next to your Master Jeanne on the balcony of her castle. The Dragon Witch was a striking woman, white-blonde hair & pale, wearing a sinister dark armor. She looked down at the ruins of Orleans, laughing.

"This country, France, is a mistake. I shall pass down judgement as this world's Ruler. Humanity has no value, for it failed to prove its love for our Lord," Jeanne said commandingly, turning to look at you. A wicked glint in her yellow eyes. "Don't you agree, my Servant?"