Leonel appeared outside the courtroom as the Khafra Dream Pavilion's projection vanished. He found Old Bastian standing before him, his expression somewhere halfway between relief and rage.
He could see the kind of storm that Leonel had embroiled them in, there was simply no escaping it now. However, to his back, the rest of everyone else was looking toward Leonel, or rather Aerin, with worship in their eyes. They were even looking at Lyra like she was already their Queen, their gazes sparkling.
At this point, even if Old Bastian wanted to, he couldn't reprimand Leonel. Not only would it ruin everything, but it wouldn't change the outcome.
"Come with me," Old Bastian finally said, sighing and releasing what felt like a pent up breath.
The skies rumbled and Old Bastian shook his head as he looked up. It seemed that what would come would come.
