There is a resistance to the mask - like the Lantern King has finally realized the threat that he faces, the actual danger that he is in, and is throwing everything he can muster against it. But it is too little, and far, far too late for him, and as the final mask settles into place and becomes a part of him once more, it begins to scream. Not just one voice, but thousands - the dust of destroyed kingdoms, the grief of dead souls, thousands of years of pointless destruction, a hopeless search for what was lost - all of it crashing down into, and through the Eldest.<br/><br/>He once promised death, to whoever claimed these lands - and now they were his, in truth. His own will, turned upon him, and rendered vulnerable by the curses wrought of his own power. With an incredible, shuddering burst of force, the Lantern King implodes, his entire existence consuming itself with a deafening crack of air rushing to fill the sudden void. And an instant later, a fiery crown tumbles to the ground - all the remains of the once mighty demigod.<br/><br/>And with that sudden vanishing, the world around them seemed to lurch and warp, and twist - Devaguea was not here for the initial ripping of the lands from the Material, but he would now be present for their return. It was an altogether unpleasant experience, like falling in every direction at once, simultaneously weightless and being crushed into the ground. It lasted only a moment... and then the world stopped spinning, and the sounds of a ragged cheer could be heard, rising from outside.