Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180819040937/@comment-27049835-20180827113039

Yharim watches his army leave, slightly saddened. And then SCal walks up, holding a pair of red suitcases. "Even you are leaving me?"

"For the sake of my child, I have to." SCal solemnly responds.

"Our child is dead." Yharim deadpans.

"MY unborn son. Goodbye, Yharim." SCal vanishes into red mist, leaving Yharim alone on the battlefield. That is, with the sole exception of Rania, and of course Yharon couldn't leave the cocoon.

He was mostly alone. Xeroc, who had been watching all of this from afar, acted on this sudden weakness.

"YHARIM. YOU ARE CLEARLY IN NO SHAPE TO RULE OVER ANYTHING CURRENTLY. I COULD TAKE THE RESPONSIBILITY OFF YOUR HANDS..."

"I don't care, have it. I'm keeping my castle, but have everything else." Yharim said as he began to tear up. With that, Yharim reentered his castle, his official status of Ruler of the Omniverse now passed to Xeroc.