Agreements and orders flowed through the remaining forces, as they settled in to hold the square, as the strike force went inside for the final confrontation. Rallying cries of "Strength through Unity!" filled the air, as they set to receive the attackers, and the troops joined in on singling along with Tina leading them in a favorite fighting song. Despite the apocalyptic scenario, morale was as high as it could be.<br/><br/>The group made its way into the castle; some few defenders rose to meet them, but none that posed a threat to this elite force - and it wasn't far before they made it to the throne room.<br/><br/>There, suspended from the ceiling, was the last Bloom, practically glowing with incredible power. Beneath it, at the dais Devageua ruled from, an imposing throne sat, and an almost bored-looking elfin man sat, though he perked up as the group arrived. "And now, our story comes to its climax!" the Lantern King declared, clapping his hands and rubbing them excitedly. "But! It remains to be seen; will the lowly mortal be able to overcome his arch-nemesis, and retake the land as his own, alongside his traitorous queen? Or will this play out as a tragedy, their broken bodies hung from the walls, the lamentations and despair of the people the final, ringing chorus of this, the grandest of performances? Come forth, oh Broken King - show me what this land means to you!"