When King Garrie finally collapsed beside the Void Architect's lifeless body and lost consciousness, the knights and mages who had been standing several hundred meters away looked at one another in uncertainty.
"What do we do now?" one of the younger knights asked.
"Is His Majesty... alive?" another one of them whispered, unable to hide the fear in his voice.
The group remained where they were for a few moments, their eyes fixed on the motionless king.
"We don't know if that oath is still in effect," one of the senior mages said cautiously. "If we enter the battlefield too soon something might happen."
"But if the king is dying, are we just supposed to stand here?" another knight snapped.
Everyone was silent now. They all wanted to rush forward but none of them wished to risk violating whatever remained of the mysterious oath.
Finally, the veteran knight stepped forward. "I don't care anymore. If there's even a chance His Majesty is still alive, then I'm going."
