The Right to Rule

The proceedings had gone acceptable all things considered, with the folly of the many systems of leadership of Hunco Mundo taking a hit. There was nothing quite left for Desmond to say, or impart upon the hollows which would be new. So as his companion departed and others as well, he supposed it was time to take his leave as well. There would be grand standing or fighting happening between him and the hollows today, and with old wounds laid bare now seemed this would be the best chance to depart.

So he'd begin to depart turning as the familiar feeling of air tearing apart was heard, revealing what looked to be a black chamber. With Alex now gone, and Nelliel left he assumed if Nel had something to say to him they'd do so in private. Anymore time stuck in this dreadful place was not worth the time, when he had many other matters to attend to. The flickering of war seemed to gnaw at his mind, understanding that soon the mortal realm would be engulfed once more in the flame of war.

Provided no one stopped him, he'd be gone.