"We request you stop this please. What are you doing?" Thorne asked.
"Just doing what is supposed to be done?" Oberon shrugged.
"Now, are you going to succumb to me or not? I want you all to go to the Crimson's Den," he said sternly.
"We will do as you say, but please, do not kill anyone else," Thorne pleaded on their behalf.
Oberon grinned, "Now, you all should go to the Crimson's Den. Right now," he coughed.
Thorne hung his head, he never imagined this day would come.
He cleared his throat, and headed towards the door. The others watched him, and then followed suit. Soon, a long file was heading to the Crimson's Den, Oberon behind them.
"Is there anything better than this," he thought to himself, pride gleaming in his eyes.
They got to the Crimson's Den, and entered it one by one, while Oberon watched.
He nodded in satisfaction, "Now, this is it," he chuckled softly.
