Lyle turned his head and just then saw the former king Liveser, Echel, standing by his side, dressed in ceremonial attire. The emerald green gown with gold threads was like a pair of transparent cicada wings, except under those wings was more like a bear. The olive wreath crown seemed absurdly mismatched amid the tangled hair, yet it was the incongruity of his frame that made for an imperfect perfection.
Echel's stubble had been neatly shaved, and his slightly portly belly had been stuffed into the fabric. Although it was a disguise, the bulging tummy was a part of the custom fitting, for it represented something he had never possessed in his life. The King of Rangers, belly and all, was as agile as a monkey.
With such attire, Echel did indeed possess an exotic royal air.
He stood next to Lyle, both gazing at the gem floating in the Arcane Eye.
"What is the Heart of Condensation?"
