บท 192: The start of a Legend.

The hall was thick with silence. No one said a thing. They watched as the blood-soaked figure of Soverick dragged more and more bodies to a heap. He created a pyramid on the central dais made of the bodies of his enemies. It was a statement of his strength and brutality.

As he climbed on the dais with the last body the central dais finally broke apart. The damage from the intense battle had pushed it too far. It fell into ruins. The pyramid of flesh was destroyed and scattered. Funny enough, Soverick's throne was still there so was strung. Strung was still groaning at the foot of the throne.

Soverick shrugged and went to seat on his throne. He placed his foot on Strung and addressed the auditorium.

"Is there any other person here that does not agree with me being your leader?" He asked as he relaxed on his throne.