Khan was hardly in his right mind right now. Pure exhaustion afflicted his whole being, and the little awareness he clung to was submerged in anxiety, sorrow, and soul-crushing pain.
It was actually a miracle Khan was alive at all, but his brain still pushed everything aside before that meaningful scene, almost urging him to understand what it represented.
Thilku Lords wore crowns. Even Khan had owned a few of those, with his last one lost during the battle against the Maker.
Yet, the crown hovering in front of Khan was golden, unique in the entirety of the Thilku Empire, worn only by its leader. The Emperor had also ruled for a long time, making that item far older than Khan.
Nevertheless, the Emperor was dead now. The Empire's throne had become empty, but the golden crown had survived. It had actually done more than that. In a way, it seemed as if the Emperor had passed it to Khan.
