Andrew walked through the fortress, now abandoned by the Demons. For the first time in a long while, mortal kind had struck back.....and won. Andrew was a uncontrollable force, but he had anger that could easily be directed at the Demons. This type of information would be useful to the king.

Andrew then walked to the top of the battlements, staring at the feeling Demons, before tearing off their flag. He then grabbed Andryr's royal flag, and raised it high over the fort. He felt...satisfied, in a sick way. Though he went above and beyond what was necessary, he still managed to save Elowynn, and kill the Demons here. The Fort was back under the King's control, and would be a brutal blow for the Demon's in this region.

Andrew would simply look at the Horizon, as he watched the sun rise. He knew this would not be the end......He couldn't run anymore, waiting for the Demon's to kill his own friends and loved one's. He knew he must now start taking the fight too them......However, he could not do it alone. It meant he had no choice.

It was Time for the Butcher of Mosignor to return to the land.