They all saw it.
Or, rather, felt it.
(And none of them will forget it, either- Pariah's Keep, trembling with the force of a clash of titans, a teenage hero with fevered desperation in his eyes and a arrogant ghost king. The nearly imperceptible sway of the floating island beneath their feet, further beneath the feet of those who had taken to the air. The unholy clamour of an undead army, marching forward with bloodthirst in their empty eye sockets, swords held aloft with tireless arms. The air heavy with malevolent power.
The exact, heart wrenching moment they felt Pariah Dark fall-
-and a new King took his place.)
"The King has fallen," the Observants chant, and the whole Zone quivers in response.
They watch the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep close, locking Pariah Dark into a prison he no longer had the power to break out of. They watched the boy- barely a teenager - collapse, a small green ring adorning his hand and a flaming crown on his head.
The Ancients stand, heads bowed in deference to their new ruler.
"Long live the King."
end?
Author's Note
a random drabble in the middle of the night. honestly i'm not sure to continue this or not, (there are plenty of Ghost King!Danny fics) but we'll see.