The throne room is in shambles, debris litters the floor, smoke fills the ceiling, and the glass behind every former prince of Jetstone is broken and offers a view to the Atrium fire. Parson, Jack, Antium and the decrypted stop momentarily to look in wonder. King Slately is barely visible in the background in the doll's room.
Parson Gotti: Nice.
God, this is unreal.