He might be the greatest swordsman in the world, but one man with blade in hand cannot change the arc of history, and killing alone does not bring about victory. Instead, Jaune Arc must resort to cunning and brilliance, just as he must learn that there is a price to salvation – if the Witch is to be defeated, and the apocalypse, averted.

Under the weeping sky, Albus Dumbledore watched as Tom Riddle weaved magic not seen by mortal men since the midnight of the century.

Grand Inquisitor, you accuse me of committing an atrocity, unrivalled in depravity since the Magi stormed the Golden City! I say that I stole the secrets of blood magic from the demons of the fade; I scaled the Tower of Ishal to grasp victory against the darkspawn at Ostagar; I slew the Archdemon with my magic to quell the blight itself. What need have I to defend myself?