Before them stood a circle of sixteen people, they were the eight Kings and Queens, all of them consumed with the black mist. Different races but all affected by the same thing. Brule sat on the throne. Apparently amused by something the three of them didn"t understand. Pen looked around and saw the place was a wreck compared to what it was last night.
“If you have to make an entrance, please announce yourselves,” Brule saw them right away. “I am Gaila and this is Dustin, we"re here to take you down,” the knight said as he took a step forward.
“Oh, are you now, alright. Good thing for me I have sixteen bodyguards and you, well, don"t,” Brule said waved a hand and the royalty turned to face them. “We can"t kill any of them, they aren"t dead and they aren"t in control. The real enemy is th
