ONE HOUR LATER
Kahn stood in the center of a podium arranged at one end of this 4 kilometer long ground where more than 20 thousand prisoners were gathered and surrounded by nearly four thousand armed guards, a thousand on all four sides.
On Kahn's left side, a thousand soldiers in gray armor, whose origin was unknown to everyone even now stood with the wooden crates on their hands.
Using a sound amplifying artifact, Kahn spoke to all the inmates who were fed and sheltered using the taxpayer's money despite deserving to die in a cold night.
"Inmates of the Riker Prison, my name is Kahn Salvatore. Some of you might have heard of me recently. As for those who didn't.. Let me formally introduce myself." spoke Kahn as if he was a politician who came here to do some charity work.
"I am someone who is now the Sovereign of the Verlassen mountain range. Now it has been declared as my fiefdom so in other words, I'm its rightful ruler." he explained.
