Hundred and Eighteen

MICHEAL’S POV

The gasp of anguish filled my ears and I couldn't have asked for anything more better. A number of the guards even shamelessly shifted back toward the entrance allowing my pawns to step even closer to the palace.

Two to three emotions are set on the faces of everyone around. Some eloped with fear, some shock, and others happiness and anticipation. From the faces, I knew who stood beside me and who didn't. Quite an impressive number I would say.

“Yo……you… how dare you?!” My old friend, whose name I would not mention but for reference purposes, he used to be a part of the elders but with the power invested in me, I have taken him down, though he is yet to know of that. Spoke.

“Your point Lazarus, your point” I inched closer to him, my sword still held actively in my hand.

“You have no right whatsoever to step into our palace and kill an elder. That is an utter abomination. And he was right! There are far more better people to be awarded the throne than your sorry ass. We r