Chapter Ninety Three: Peace, Finally...

The piercing scream of Luther's wife filled the air, but no one paid any attention to her. All their attention laid on Gwen, the woman who had just rescued them from the millennial reign of a mad man.

"What are you doing?" Tyron boomed out of nowhere. "Bow to your new leader!"

Gwen turned to look at him, frowning. "What are you doing?" She whispered.

"You killed the Supreme Lord of the Enu realm. You are now the new supreme lord." He said simply, shrugging.

She frowned, and just as she was about to say something, Luther's wife boomed.

"You can't be the new leader. Not when my sons are still alive."

"Your sons are barely alive," Tyron said, snickering. "Weren't you listening while I was talking? He—" he said, pointing to Luther's corpse. "Used their blood to improve his youth. Whatever he did wasn't working for him anymore, and so he turned to his own blood. Haven't you noticed something wrong with your children? Yourself even?"

"No!" She exclaimed, shaking her head vigorously. "You'