The Ashen Queen of the battlefield.

Her cold eyes stared you down, her dark smile signaling your death. The death toll is high. Her blade glimmers with a cold shine, reflecting the moonlight.

Tear up your fear.

Byleth - "Stay down or die."

She stated eerily. Her footsteps pounded... yet not as hard as your heart.

The end is coming near.

Byleth - "Do you give up?"

The bleak, faceless ashen asked, not knowing herself why she even offers mercy to you... but extends it nonetheless.