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"Their betrayal was the storm that tore me apart; now I am the tempest that will drown them."
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ARCHIBALD STEPPED slowly towards the empty throne. Yves stood on the left, Lapa stood on the right, while Merewin stood at the back of the throne.
All three men bow their heads at the lord, Archibald slid to the throne with ease.
In front were the six kings, each of them losing one body part or the other. But worry not, they would grow back. Leaning his to the arm chair, he placed his head on his knuckles as smiled at the littered half corpses in front of him.
It brought back memories. Both good and bed, but for now, he focused on the good.
As he waited for their regeneration, he stretched his hands out, a dark red crackle rippled from it, but it went silent.
