Ser Philip de Honneur wipes sweat from his brow as his sheathes his sword, his Arborian companions beside him. He turns to his comrades with a smile on his face. His bright green eyes glowing with pride as he stated, “A disorganized battle, I must say, but even without organization, we were able to defend Atlas, temporarily, from a dark demise.” He signs the cross of Lorraine before placing his fist over his heart in an Arborian salute. “May all Descendants know that, on this day, the end of Atlas was halted. Perhaps, with more organization, we will be able to push the forces of evil completely away from our lands.” He shakes hands with several survivors before leaving upon horseback, headed for Arbor, and his child, Juliet.