More deaths, more blood. Then the call came. The soft plea from one of his own.
“My Lord... Help us. Please.”
He rose slowly from his throne, sword in hand. It was time. His breath quickened as he continued to watch the scene below, focusing his attention on all those that opposed him. Those that had dared to enter his lands with chaos and disruption on their minds. His Amazon’s had fought bravely, had slain an incredible number of them. But now it was his turn. And he was angry.
Blood red seeped into his gold eyes that burned with the fire he held within. No one defied him and got away with it. And no one, no one, attacked his Amazon's without there being consequences, by their hand or his.