Having put her armour away to reduce her weight, Naeku sailed through the air at extreme speed. Her expression was grim, knowing the stakes. By the time she reached the throne, she'd lost much of her speed and easily twirled in mid-air to crash feet-first against the throne's backrest.
In the same motion, and with no lack of elegance, Naeku twisted again to fall ass-first onto the throne's seat.
"Eira?! Is that it?!" she roared into her surroundings, glancing around frantically. "Can you save Elora now?!"
The slightly transparent Eira appeared next to her, but looked worried. "I— It should be…" she muttered helplessly. "I don't understand why you haven't been acknowledged as the inheritor yet."
"That's because she still needs my permission," a stern, male voice suddenly answered, shocking both women. Instantly after, the legion of monsters blinked out of existence, and the expanded space between the throne and the last lectern shrunk back to its natural state.
