Riley was still in shock.
The Pyrohoot that had brought him swiftly turned around and departed, looking quite dashing as it did so.
It could be said that it left without a trace, concealing its accomplishments and fame.
Nathaniel Hooda, who is still sitting in section B of the audience, watched as both Riley and Wesley Waghmare were carried away by the Pyrohoot and the Celestialon respectively, wearing a bewildered expression.
The awards ceremony has began?
What about him?
He was at least the third-place winner, right?
Why wasn't he being carried away?
There's no dignity at all!
Was he supposed to walk up there himself?!
Before he could even complain in his heart, his body suddenly lost balance and appeared in mid-air.
"Ahhhh!"
