When Andrew woke up, he noticed the sky was dim. It had to be night, though he had no idea what the exact time was. He could not move at all, and although his mind was clear, every part of his body refused to respond.

He knew this was the aftermath of injuries that were far too severe.

His greatsword, Godslayer, was nowhere to be found. A spike of panic hit him, and he forced his neck to turn, even though it sent pain ripping through him.

All he saw was a silent, empty stretch of wilderness h