A mysterious figure stepped out onto the field of slain and dead. He was studying the ground as if he was searching for someone. Or something. He walked through the dead bodies and came to a sword that was slightly buried beneath the dirt. With a gloved hand, he picked up the sword by the hilt. He held it in front of his face, staring at it was eyes full of hatred. Andorra, I will avenge you no matter what. You saved me from my past. I will continue what you desire.
It is not over yet. He thought.
TO BE CONTINUED