Draven did not answer but frantically waved behind and beside him to chase off whatever it was that was whispering all that to him. He glanced at the pillar in front of him and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath.
He really doesn't care if the crown hates him or not, but this was sort of humiliating. Thus why he didn't want to participate. Did old master Lenort know what would happen? Was that why he forced him to be a part of the ceremony? To humiliate him and make people even believe his farce even more?
Draven pinched between his brows and without saying a word, he turned around and proceeded to leave with his arms rested behind his back. However, he'd only taken three steps, just three steps, before the ground beneath them suddenly shook.
"Here it comes AHAHAHAH!"
