Tensilver

*Heavy demon breathing...* You are mine at last. Your fight is done, you so called hero of men. You have lost the battle and surrendered all hope at winning the war. Your forces flee as we speak. Scattered without their commander. But worry not hero. They shall not remain aimless for long. The soiled scum you call your people shall become my servants. And down into the depths Ill send them to bring me back great treasure. And you shall be there to count it all! ... And exchange all treasures for...