Chapter Two Hundred Forty Eight

The two generals made it into the room, taking out everyone that posed any resistance to them. That included all the medical personnel that was tending to the king. The man in the bed did not bat an eyelash while the people around him were brutally put to sleep, including his wife. The king stayed silent through the violence around him. He was surprised, however, at how careful the rogues were being in subduing their enemies.

It was as though they knew the enemy posed them no threat as long as they made it to their goal. "If it isn't the king of the Lycaon Empire. This old crone has really fallen. Get a load of the scent of death that comes from him," Benji pinched his nose, backing away from the king.

Samson walked up to the side of the king's bed, "You know why we're here, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. Although, I don't know why you bother," the king asked, "After all, I was meant to die today."