Night swept through Lordaeron City, bearing a cool breeze.
Stars glittered overhead, adorning the sky. The Milky Way lay diagonally across the blue heavens like a river of fine, scattered sand.
The earth had fallen asleep. Apart from the gentle gusts of wind and an occasional bark or two, the deserted streets were silent.
It was late at night. After the commotion of the evening, peace had returned to Lordaeron City.
The fighting was drawing to a close. Aside from a few scattered places where sounds still rang out, everything was silent.
Rex stood before a low thatched house, looking at its crumbling earthen walls and the pool of blood on the ground.
Several bodies lay on the ground as well.
Some were men, others women. Their clothes were plain, mostly made of linen cloth. At a glance, they were clearly lifelong laborers from the lowest rungs of Lordaeron's society.
Now they had all been killed, their bodies strewn across the ground.
He said quietly, "The outcome is decided!"
Indeed, the Cult of the Damned was now beyond saving.
Even if the Lich King were here, the Cult of the Damned could no longer turn things around.
"How are the interrogations going?" Rex asked Orys, who had come to his side.
Orys had been the busiest person that night, constantly moving about Lordaeron City.
Only now, with the fighting entering its final stages, had Orys found a moment to spare and come to Rex's side.
"Not much progress. Those members of the Cult of the Damned are all like madmen, shouting about eternal life," Orys said, his expression grim as he recalled the results of the interrogations.
These members of the Cult of the Damned were terrifyingly fanatical. They showed no fear whatsoever in the face of torture.
Those who