Danny was stunned - no, strike that. Speechless. Mystified. Dumbfounded. Skulker could've shown up right that second with a shiny new gun, and he wouldn't give a flying banana's ass about it.
Clockwork, backed up by Dora and Frostbite, had been sent by the Observants (and various other groups related to ghost laws including Walker) to tell him that every one of those idiots agreed on something for the first time the history of existence (Clockwork's wording).
In two years there was going to be a regime change in the Zone. Instead of loose factions, kingdoms, clans and affiliations, it was going to be loose factions, kingdoms, clans and affiliations under one ruler.
Him.
It seemed that defeating Pariah Dark and saving the Ghost Zone twice entitled you to a virtual emperorship. Not to mention having all of the experts agree that it was legally untouchable. Which basically said he was guaranteed the position with very, very little room to refuse.
They had reached consensus only after interviewing and polling all the members of the Zone they could reach with some sanity left. The general opinion was that he could and should be King. They wanted him. They respected him. Even his enemies agreed to a ceasefire if he ascended, and maintained if he extended some sort of treaty to them.
The lone voice crying out against him (besides Vlad) was himself. "Clockwork... I can't be a king! I'm barely sixteen. I can't rule myself, much less an entire dimension!"
"Ah, but you already have," the Time Master replied, tapping his staff patiently. "Besides, it's still two years away, and you can learn much from us even past that point."
"I'll... I'll think about it."