A few hours passed. All the hovering cities that were built to provide shelter for the quashi-zodiuns were getting dissected to bits and vaporized into space. There was nothing left to be seen except a black and yellow sun surrounded by a few cities revolving around it.
The scene was back to the round table conference hall where Prat held a summit the previous day. I was at the centre of the dais in between the hall while Prat stood behind me. Kendor kept flying around the room due to which the people inside the chamber were getting distracted. I ordered, "Kendor, hop on my shoulder and stay put!"
---flap---
With one flap of her wings, she positioned herself on my left shoulder. Everyone settled down. I started, "Well, let's get to the point!"
Prat announced, "His highness is going to depart for his home tomorrow morning!!"