The dark dull room casts its familiar gloominess on the king. Chrom was sitting on his throne, eyeing the corner of the court. There was a crack caused by the last time that group of misfits barged in to ‘reclaim’ their king. Their king is no longer the same idiot they knew. Then again, this--becoming the new Risen King was only to save them. Futile efforts.... To save them, he became the thing they fought.