The Palace.
"This shall never be."
Hava shot, his eyes red and his guts flaming. His motive bruised and his heart racing. It felt like the pain of everything horrific had just been supplanted on him.
"What shall not be, weak bones? Is it what has already been?"
The Professor tackled, towering over the short man. Twas even hard to tell the real height of the old man. At a point, he matched up the Professor's face, and at another he looked to the zenith.
"Didn't know that you're still alive."
The queen shot at the old man who was trying to make the appropriate meaning of what she had said. Whether or not twas a scorn.
It hadn't been more than five minutes that they got to the palace to meet the old man there. At first, they found two guards at the door to the palace, who wouldn't let them in until the old man bade them. And ever since they had entered, there hadn't been a sane stance yet. Everyone obviously had something to prove.