"The king's heartlessness have angered the heavens into action! This must definitely be divine punishment from the heavens!" The elf continued to speak self-convincingly.
However, the rest of the crowd thought differently.
"You're speaking nonsense. Divine punishments should be accompanied by worldly phenomenons like thunderous clouds and smiting lightning. This should be the Guardian Spirit's doing." Another elf believed.
As if the elf's words had angered the Guardian Spirit, the ground quickly shook from its root's movement before the broccoli—er, no. Before the Elf King's corpse was tossed to the ground.
"Ahh, forgive me, O great Guardian Spirit!" The elf was quickly frightened into pleading for forgiveness.
Shortly after, the crowd soon laid their eyes upon the Elf King's corpse before becoming greatly shocked.
At the same time, Faelyn did not know whether to be heartbroken or similarly shocked.