The situation was overturned immediately.
Booooom!
A huge explosion cracked the marble stage and kicked up a storm of dust and smoke. The High Priest was separated from the Third Prince, and before he knew it, the crown was no longer in his hands.
"What is this?!" The Third Prince yelled angrily.
He waved his hands to clear the smoke. It didn't do much of anything, but the smoke did clear up on its own, revealing the ones who caused the sudden panic.
"What do you think you're doing without my permission?"
A voice cut through everything.
The panicked civilians immediately halted and turned to the stage. The ministers and vassals got up from their seats, growling, while the Third Prince fell back onto his rear and backed away.
"N-no way…" he muttered, gritting his teeth.
"Who let him out?! How did he get here?!"
Regardless of the answer, it was already too late to stop anything.
