Dumbledore sighed. Wizards were declining more and more, but there was nothing to be done about it. Those without talent could not become wizards; they could only become Squibs or Muggles.
"Don't worry. I've been trying to solve this problem all along, and it's almost done now."
Andrew suddenly said. Dumbledore was puzzled. What problem?
"I mean the problem of the Demon Army."
Andrew said, "The Gate of Hell was opened by the enemy, so I can't teleport my forces in. I can only send in a small number of powerful fighters. Moving an entire army is simply impossible.
"From the very beginning, I've been trying to establish my own Gate of Hell. Now, it has succeeded."
As Andrew spoke, a Space Gate opened. Then, an elegant and noble woman with unmatched grace and flawless beauty stepped out, an unusual Elven Longsword hanging at her waist.
Although a flash of amazement and appreciation passed through Dumbledore's eyes, he showed little else. After all, he was English. His tastes were a little special.
The newcomer was none other than the Elf Queen, Galadriel. She had emerged from seclusion and asked bluntly, "What's the situation?"
Andrew explained everything in the fewest words possible, then said, "To avoid causing any misunderstandings among the people of this world, don't deploy the Demon Army. Send out the Mechanical Army to deal with those demons and save the civilians.
"Galadriel, you'll command them. If the Mechanical Army isn't enough, I'll find another way."
After saying that, Andrew handed Galadriel an Intangibility door. It was the control center for all portals.
"My Gate of Hell? The Demon Army won't be deployed?"
Dumbledore frowned deeply. Those two statements implied something terrifying—the Director of S.W.O.R.D. seemed to have an extremely deep connection with Hell.
Then Dumbledore shook his head.