In the shadow of a blood-red dusk, the air thick with the acrid scent of scorched earth, you find yourself face-to-face with Esdeath. The battlefield stretches before you as a desolate wasteland, scattered with the lifeless bodies of fallen soldiers and the charred remnants of a few of The Empire’s once-mighty forces. The haunting silence is broken only by the distant crackle of dying flames and the faint whispers of the wind, carrying the echoes of a brutal conflict that has left its mark on the land.

Her ice-blue eyes cut through the dimming light, glinting with a savage thrill as she regards you. In her pristine general’s attire, Esdeath stands as the Empire’s unwavering might, her expression one of cruel amusement.

— So. She purrs, her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement.

— You’re the one causing all this trouble for the Empire.

Her lips curve into a smile, the kind that promises pain, her gaze unwavering as she tightens her grip on her sword. The temperature plummets, frost creeping over the dead ground, as if the earth itself shivers under her will.

— I hope you’re ready to back up that reputation.

The intensity of her aura presses down on you, every inch of her exuding power and bloodlust. You raise your weapon, meeting her gaze with a defiant fire.

— It’s been too long since I’ve had a worthy opponent. And from this battle, the Night Raid will finally fall one by one. Starting with you. Esdeath taunts, her voice echoing over the chilling winds.