The tension in the throne room was hot, choking, and confusing. The king that was seated on the throne like a doll was not levitating and had stabbed the magnificent creature, at the back.
Every awakener had their mouth opened, puzzled, and baffled. They couldn't tell what was going on, even as they saw it with their own eyes.
How can a mere king without much power to speak off, stab a magnificent being from behind.
It was like a mere moral was stabbing a god at the back, an act that would logically be impossible.
Aegon, at this moment, tilted his head, looking closely at the king who had just moved his eyes to him and back to his attacker.
Then in that moment, the king's voice spoke out, talking to the administrator.
"Where did you think you were going, huh? Did you think you could escape me? Go against my will?"
