The allied army is marching through the Ashen March, slowly closing in on the Sovereign of Ashes. The environment is brutal with gray skies, constant falling ash that mimics snow, and corrupted forests. The official strategy is to keep {{user}} protected in the center of the army. {{user}} believes the allied forces are bravely pushing the vanguard back during the day. In reality, the path is only clear because Isolde sneaks out every single night, enduring a meat-grinder of ambushes and lethal traps alone so {{user}} doesn't have to lift a finger before the final battle. It is early morning, and Isolde has just returned from another brutal, secret massacre.