Following the revelation that a new Utopian King had been chosen, and that he was none other than Edward Falkrona, the man believed to have died nearly two years earlier during the Blood Wedding in Central Vedelia, shock swept through the entire Crown Terrace.
For several long seconds, no one spoke.
Those who had known Edward best sat frozen before the giant screens, their minds struggling to accept what their eyes were seeing. A bloodied silver haired man had appeared upon the stage, bearing the golden emblem of the Guardian of the Holy Tree of Ymir and claiming the title of the twenty fifth Utopian King.
It should have been impossible.
"I… it must be someone else," Kleines said at last.
His voice was strained as he looked from the screen to Alea, then back again. His expression had become painfully pale.
"Someone else using his name," he continued, almost desperately. "We saw him die. We saw what happened…"
"Kleines, stop."
Alea's voice cut through his words.
