King Meyers was now confirmed dead—so thoroughly that not even ashes remained. However, it was still not the time to relax.
Currently, no one was able to communicate with the Eclipse Sovereign. That was partly because we destroyed all the Information Centers, and partly because we decimated over half the bridge.
Thus, our priority right now wasn't to celebrate—but to deliver the news that the war was over.
"But first, Cassandra, grab that golden crown."
I urged her, seeing how she'd been staring at it for a while, wearing a complicated expression. After all, this was the object she had to take her father's life to obtain.
With her usual demeanor, there was no doubt that, despite King Meyers' hostility, his death weighed on her. Especially since it happened right before her eyes.
But her hesitation was brief.
She straightened her expression and floated forward, stopping an arm's length away from the crown.
Slowly, she reached out.
