Arya spoke in a low, firm voice, "Lysander, go back and inform the Archbishop. This is the moment to launch the army."

Lysander exclaimed in shock, "Arya, what about you?"

Arya looked toward a distant hilltop, where Andrew stood alone.

At the same moment Arya looked over, Andrew also turned his gaze toward her. Their eyes met in midair, and hostility began to boil between them.

"I'm going to do what I must do: to purge evil."

Arya snorted coldly as her white holy sword flared with light, and she charged straight at Andrew.

Lysander froze. As he followed Arya's charge, he finally saw Andrew clearly. He was both stunned and deeply confused.

Could it be that the Highland Tribe warriors were brought here by Andrew?

Arya's attack immediately infuriated Andrew. He shouted, "Get out of my way! I don't have time to waste with you!"

Arya's face remained expressionless. "Andrew, light and darkness can't coexist. Your body contains energies from all sides: vampires, werewolves, and even