Shawn, the new king, had initially felt a pang of regret himself and wondered how he might make amends afterward. But when he heard the old man's trailing mutters, he abandoned that thought.
Sometimes, powerful people were strong in more than just their abilities. Their strength of character truly was beyond that of ordinary people.
Shawn shook his head and looked toward the Acolytes, whose eyes brimmed with tears of complicated emotion.
He had wanted to say something to win their hearts and raise their spirits, but now hardly seemed the right time.
Besides, Grindelwald had already delivered an impressive speech, looking back on the past and introducing him.
Nothing Shawn said now would stir them much further.
So Shawn pointed to the two slightly shorter Giant Peaks in turn and gave his orders.
"This will be our headquarters from now on. Establish your camps beneath those two Giant Peaks and begin rebuilding this Floating Island!
One day, we will ride this Floating Island and make our might known across the world!"
The Pure Land Society was the first to respond loudly.
"Yes, God King!"
Among Grindelwald's Army, Vita and Abernathy led the way in accepting his orders. After a few seconds of hesitation, the other Acolytes also dropped to their knees.
"Yes!"
Their united voices echoed freely above the clouds, in a place that resembled a Divine Realm.
Halfway up the Second Great Peak, Grindelwald looked back down and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good indeed."
Time passed amid the hidden currents swirling between the various factions.
By mid-February, the eagerly awaited Second Task of the Five-Wizard Tournament had finally arrived.
An enormous Floating Platform stood in the Black Lake, casting a long reflection across the water.
On the narrow Floating Bridge leading to the Floating Platform, young wizards who