Chapter 300 - The Tenets Of Morte Bianca (I)

Rezar took slow steady steps as he walked into the throne room of the now deceased snow elf queen. The look of fear on the faces of everyone else within the throne was somewhat therapeutic. It was not as if he got off from people being afraid of him, however there was just so much to be said about having your enemies under your thumb. Being a king in such a barbaric and warring age was not a cakewalk. A certain degree of darkness was needed within the hearts of the men and women who think themselves worthy enough to rule in the wildlands.