Words of the Constant
Your "Majesty".
Your "Royal Highness"
It's a perfect fit.
Your "Majesty".
Your "Royal Highness"
The cycle begins again.
It's deemed me unworthy.
Was there ever a doubt?
I know all I need to already.
Ugh, are you going to follow me everywhere?
My shadow puppets should be able to draw from its power...
Who bit me? Show yourself, coward!
Something's stirring...
Protect me, cursed tree!
How dare you!
Wretched greenery! Release me at once!
There's no snow here.
Useless! It won't get any bigger.
Wetter than water itself.
Disgusting!
I feel ridiculous. Is this really supposed to help it grow?
Grow faster, you blasted thing! There, did that help?
You know, I ruled over this entire world once. Now I'm talking to a plant.
Say pal, do you like magic tricks? This is the one where I talk and you grow.
Here I am, chatting it up with the vegetation.
I scratched my arms up doing that.
A shame.
Fine! Begone! The Great Maxwell doesn't need help for a simple child's game.
That foolish creature! This may prove to be a setback...
Can't you see I'm busy, rodent!? ...My apologies. Where were we?
Drat, someone found this kitcoon before us.
Ah, we must be near a kitcoon...
Nothing??? Useless animal!
Yes, good... lead me to the kitcoons.
Even a creature of your stature knows to wait for its superiors.
It fled back into the earth.
Now is the time to strike!
Drat.
I'll need a more powerful tool.
Curses. Another light down.
It's about time.
Ack!
Hmm, not quite done.
They're here to help... I'm beginning to understand.
It's always something with that moon magic.
My suit is drenched in salt water.
The creature is past its prime.
Pathetic! I need something stronger!
Weight:
Weight: Er... I don't suppose anyone would help me carry this?