Due to the overwhelming number of people pouring into the Arena—shouting Kaelen's name as if he had just rewritten history—the decision was made quickly.
For the safety of everyone and to prevent what could turn into a dangerous uprising or chaos, the officials immediately moved the selection process to the Palace.
Inside the majestic halls of the royal palace,
At the centre of the room stood the Frozen Throne—the symbolic seat of Aeronis Zephyra's ruler. The one Aether himself had sealed in ice long ago, waiting for the one worthy enough to sit upon it.
Around a grand round table sat Aether, his wives, and his mother-in-laws. Each of them wore a look of deep contemplation.
Already, rumours were spreading. The crowds were growing restless, trying to find where the rulers had disappeared to.
They wouldn't be able to hide for long.
