The King's Power gleamed around them, enveloping them, as Lyle and William stood still like two illuminated stone sculptures.
The Forgotten Kings had lost their once formidable presence, seemingly reverting back to the group of pampered nobles that Lyle had first seen, frolicking and chatting in the luxurious hall. Losing their crowns might not necessarily be a bad thing for them.
As the ceremony concluded, the Forgotten Kings redirected their gaze back to the scholar.
"We have done what we must, Irene. Now, it is your wisdom that we need."
The scholar's head tilted forward, tender branches that had been torn entwined around his bones, and new twigs hung down once again.
"Thank you all..."
"The City of Wandering is also our home; let's save the celebrations for after the crisis is averted."
The Forgotten Kings withdrew back into their group, leaving the focus back to the scholar.