On one side were his father, his uncle, and a host of fellow clan cousins; on the other, his devoted subjects. Trapped by both, he could hardly abandon either.
But if the tugging continued, once he succeeded in pulling the other out, his father's prediction would likely become reality.
Then, everyone in the city, including themselves, might end up keeping his father company in the shipwreck graveyard.
This situation presented a tough choice for the brother and sister.
Yet, this dilemma vanished in an instant with a simple snap of Byron's fingers.
SNAP!
Many inhabitants, deep in their dreams and oblivious to reality, suddenly found themselves beside a tall figure in a White Robe, radiating pure, Holy Light.
"You are..."
The figure waved gently, and a swath of pure white light showered down, deactivating the parasite barnacles that had started to grow on them and causing them to fall to the ground.
