Draiss watched the fall with as much impartiality as he could muster, and knew that he had gotten more than half of her followers out, but far too many had not. None of the forces he had observed made a move toward the garrisons and outposts, but he stayed and forced himself to watch, idly crushing, fixing, and then repeating the process on a ball of adamantine with one hand, the only sign of his rage and fury he could. As the war finally finished, he ordered the constructs to abandon the cities except for a skeleton force at the garrisons and outposts to assist those trying to get away, and redeployed them to the Beyonder fronts, many of which were falling back, several in full retreat, and one had been completely routed and the taint cleansed during the months of him sitting and watching his friend slowly die in front of him.<br/><br/>He stood up, and headed out, his face one of pure mindless fury, heading to the simulation room, needing to kill something.