[King sits stoically through the beginning of the storm, slowly growing more and more irate as it picks up in intensity.
Finally. Finally, the great statue vanishes from the throne. Before Messenger the marble sand swirls upwards into the familiar form of King, still towering over him by nearly a foot or so. A crown, gleaming polished marble jewels adorning it, rests on his head, and he holds a great black marble sword in his hand.]