The Twin Crowns hovered in Raymond's palm, all eyes fixed upon his hand. The edges of the two crowns, symbols of their peoples, blurred slightly, showing signs of merging. The crowd watched as Raymond's fingers brushed against the crowns, as he lifted the supreme symbols high above his head.
Crack!
The sound reverberated simultaneously in the hearts of all the Paladins and Liches.
"Ah..." A faint sigh of bewilderment echoed.
Fragments scattered. Raymond Mellock's raised hand was now clenched, having publicly crushed the crowns of two great peoples. Once, a group of forgotten mortal kings—lone monarchs of dying civilizations—wore crowns that were less symbols of authority and more relics of lost glory. Yet even such tattered remnants, in a final moment, could unleash immense, salvatory power.
