​Gale, known to many as King, let out a sharp, bitter laugh as he turned to the group. "They weren't always as corrupt as they are now," he interjected, his voice heavy with the weight of leadership gone sour. "Power has a way of rotting the hand that holds it." ​Across the chamber, a sudden ripple of violet light shimmered and faded. Ruby Moon slumped against a stone pillar, her wings flickering like a dying candle. ​"No," Gale whispered. "She’s used up all her power again. I wish we knew why all these mysterious things were happening." ​Clow Reed stepped forward, his long robes sweeping the dusty floor. He held his staff aloft, the jewel at its tip pulsing with a rhythmic, rhythmic emerald glow. He looked toward his eclectic companions: the noble Prince Caspian, Haru Glory