As he marches out of the fortress, with his silver armor severely damaged and his King's severed head in his hand, he raises it up as he says, "Behold, your Lord is dead!"
As he throws it in the battlefield, riddled with corpses, the Dark Elves cheer as the Kings men grieve as they pick his head up.
As the leader of the army draws his sword, he yells out, "Men! May we perish along with our beloved king!"
They charge at the traitor as he draws his sword and says to himself, "Very well, their wish is my command"
They charge at him as he stands there menacingly, towering over them with his stature alone. He cleaves through them with ease, slaughtering several in a single swipe, slashing through their flesh and bones as if it was butter. Once the last man standing falls to his knees, the traitor kneels over his greatsword as the Mistress of the Dark Elves congratulates him for having been killed the Old Lord, Geron.