The dawn of the next day was met by a lot of grunts of disapproval from the millions of individuals who had drunk themselves to sleep the night before.
They woke up woozily, and as the memories of the day before began to flood back into their minds, there were quite a few who looked up to assure themselves that they had not dreamed up the coronation of the Godking.
Sure enough, the massive throne was still present, along with the pathways in the air from 10 directions all over the continent.
It was empty, right now, but just its image was enough to make them remember exactly everything that had happened. They got up and began to collect their belongings, while looking around with the hope that breakfast might appear magically just like all the food that had been teleported in front of them yesterday.
