Theron sat in silent meditation, a frozen Lyra standing before him.
Leaving the scene was surprisingly easy when no one dared to even look at you. It was hard to blame them when Theron had quite literally just cut a King in two. Even the members of the Resistance Army present seemed to have completely forgotten that he had killed one of their own not long ago.
While Theron doubted that things would end so easily, at least for now, there was no one breathing down his neck.
He wasn't sure what Ayame chose to do with the Umbra King. The last time Theron saw him, he was still alive, though mostly unable to battle. However, Theron didn't really care… he would find out later.
Now, whether Ayame managed to get anything she needed from the Merchant King's body, though… that was far more interesting to him. But once again, he would just have to find out later.
For the time being, his focus was Lyra.
