Kyllian's POV

"It's been a while..." I said. "It certainly has..."

The Frostbourne and the Soldiers glared at me, their weapons drawn.

"What a relief that nobody stands in my way anymore," I said as the four corrupted relics floated around me.

"Who are you?" Ser Patrick demanded.

"My name is Kyllian Wilcox," I answered. 

"Kyllian Wilcox," The King said. "Surrender now. We have two armies, and we have another one in the End."

"Where they can't leave?" I laughed. "I don't think they'll be coming anytime soon."

"This is still a fight that we will win," Daryll said, pulling out his gun. "You're outnumbered."

I laughed. "That's what you think," I replied. "From now on, your now part of my army!"

I lifted up the corrupted relic (beacon) as the other three corrupted relics spun around as they began to glow.