The throne that Anastasia was currently sitting on was newly designed by Maris as well. Its towering backrest resembled a blazing sun rising over the horizon, radiating authority and rebirth alike.
William had been genuinely furious when he discovered that the original relic throne of the Solaris Clan had been destroyed by Winston years ago.
The thought still filled him with disgust.
At one point, he had nearly regretted allowing Winston to be killed by Lux's descent into his body before he could do it personally. The man had left behind little more than scraps in terms of relics and treasures that William was supposed to inherit.
Still, none of that mattered now. William had returned from death, and now he intended to rebuild everything.
Suddenly, William's attention was caught by the silence that spread throughout as the drums and trumpets stopped playing.
Seated upon the throne, Anastasia allowed her gaze to sweep across the hall before addressing the continent once more.
