The king of Abah already had white hairs and he was always seated inside his throne room looking at something that only him could see. He was always lost in thoughts and would have to be reminded every now and then to take his bath. He was loosing his mind for he could not believe that it all ended the way that it ended not just for him but for the whole world. All the things that men and women of the world fought for, all the things that looked like it was going to play in his favour, all the hopes, the aspirations, the intentions were all lost. He had resolved to sitting and always filled with thoughts. His mind always unfocused and his hand always resting on the handles of his seat. He hardly talked and whenever be did talk he always talked about Adere and whether he and Mori were back

