"We're the single strongest nation in the world, and yet there still exist those who wish to stand against us?" Knox's voice came out as cold as the Atlantic. "Tell me, Bemon, where are these impertinent fools right now?"
"M-My Liege," Bemon pointed outside a large palace window, the scene outside resembling an apocalypse. "They're already here."
Knox cracked his throne's armrest. A deathly glow formed in his golden eyes—an occurrence that suffocated the air inside the throne room.
"Bemon," he asked.
"Yes, my Liege…?"
"Prepare a new graveyard. Make this one larger than the last."
"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"
The expressions of many underwent extreme changes, yet they didn't voice what they were feeling. Bemon, however, spoke up, responding:
"Of course, my Liege. It shall be done right away."
"Good," was the last thing Knox said before he vanished from his spot.
FWIP!
"Your tyranny comes to an end right here and now, you vile Tyrant Emperor!"
